A barrage of shots somewhere in the house cut his prayer short. Were his men trying to save him? Could they get to him before one of those punks comes back into this room and puts a bullet in his head? Questions fly through his mind, and panic surges through him as his breath becomes more shallow.
He began yanking harder on the rope, but again, it was no use; he couldn't get free.
Anthony's eyes almost popped from his head in panic as the door was flung open. He couldn't believe what he was seeing as Michael stormed into the room dressed in full black, including his long black coat, his dark eyes flashing dangerously. Within seconds, he had cut them all loose.
"Oh, thank God," Anthony says, trying to steady his breathing. "Now you thank him?" Michael snorts. "Michael, thank God it's you, man...listen man...I..." "Don't," Michael growls, shoving a car key and a gun into Anthony's hands. "Found these on a table, you're going to need them, head for the front door, a few of our men are outside waiting to cover you, now move." Michael order.
Michael cranks his guns and was about to step out into the chaos when Anthony grabs his hand. "Wait, what about you? He ask. "Now you're concerned about my well being?" Michael growls, turning he yanks his hand away from Anthony's grasps and began firing in the direction of the men in the house.
"Move-move-move!" Michael shouted as bullets sprayed from his two weapons. Grabbing the girls, Anthony shoves them towards the front door while firing shots of his own.
Anthony couldn't believe what he was seeing. He always wondered how Michael had caused so much damage to the other side's base yet walk away without a scratch on him and now he had an answer.
Michael's movements were so fast Anthony eyes and brain found it difficult to comprehend any of what was happening.
Michael aimed and fire with accurate precision never missing a target but Anthony soon realize that even though Michael never miss a target he wasn't firing any deadly shots.
He was hitting the men in their legs, arms, shoulders, and hands, all nonlethal wounds.
"Why aren't you killing these fuckers?" Anthony demands that Michael shove them behind a wall to reload his weapons.
"I've no desire to take any more lives," Michael growls as bullets chip away at the wall.
As soon as the firing ceased and the men were reloading their weapons Michael moves swiftly unloading his clip in the men's direction. While Michael engaged the men in a fierce gun battle Anthony and the girls run for the door.
Once outside, his men were there to assist them, taking out anyone who came after them.
Back inside, Michael was outnumbered twenty to one. Spotting a high powered rifle a few feet from him Michael dive towards it, grabs it and roll on his sides while firing, bullets missing him by less than an inch as he swing his body behind a tall cabinet which had him slamming his head against the edge of a table, which stunned him for a few seconds as bullets bounce off the side of the cabinet.
Leaning his head back against the cabinet, he groans and begins taking deep breaths to steady his breathing and focus his mind as the men shout foul language left, right, and centre, how no one should allow this p-hole to leave this house alive.
He couldn't help snorting at that command because even though he was outnumbered, these men still couldn't match his skills. Skills he was still discovering.
Even though bullets were still flying in his direction and his brain still a bit fuzzy, he was still able to detect a pair of foot steps coming in his direction, how he was able to hear that, he had no idea. Laying the rifle on the table he had slammed his head against, he took out one of his knives, then slowly stood, his knife poised and ready to strike.
The man bend the corner but before he could squeeze the trigger Michael grips his wrist shoving it upwards as the bullets went off in the ceiling, then in less than a minute Michael had use his other hand to stab the man four time in different parts of his body, not to kill him but to ensure that the man wouldn't be following him. Unfortunately, the bullets had gotten too close, and he had to use the man as a human shield.
When the firing ceased, Michael shoves the man from before him, grabs the rifle from the table, and begins firing at the men while making his way towards the front door.
Narrowly missing a few bullets, Michael ran outside to see half of Razor's men standing with glass bottles containing some kind of liquid and fire coming from the top of them. Two of the men turned their high-powered weapons towards the house while the other men flung the fire bottles through the broken windows.
Evan grabs Michael's arm and drags him towards one of the big SUVs. He opens the door, and Michael steps in. Closing the door, he runs towards the front of the vehicle.
Anthony waited until Michael was in the vehicle before turning to one of the men. "No one leaves that house alive, got that?"
"Got it." Anthony then runs towards one of the other men. "Get some men, go over to their other base and level it rass." He orders. "Consider it done." The man says walking away. Anthony then runs towards the vehicle that Michael was in, got in and speed off down the road.
"Thanks for changing your mind." Evan says from beside Michael in the back seat. "I didn't do it for him." Michael says looking out the window. "I know, but still, thank for having our backs." Michael nods but said nothing.
"And this goes without saying but you know you have to step down as the boss and reinstate Michael, right?" Evan asks glaring at Anthony. "I know." Anthony replied.
"I've no desire to be the Boss," Michael states. "I know that, but this gang needs you as the Boss; no one will even think of removing you this time," Evan states, still glaring at Anthony.
"What about the crime Zoey is accusing me of?" Michael asks. "Don't worry about it, I will be approaching that from a whole new angle. If you're the father then I'll accept it and if you're not, then she will pay for this shit, Trust me on that." Anthony sneers.
"What happened tonight taught me something and believe me when I say that I'm sorry for the way I acted towards you, yes she's my little sister and yes I felt disrespected and I was pissed but I went about it all wrong and it almost got me killed."
"You know that she's probably working with the person who is actually behind this, right?" Evan asks. "I know, and I pray you're wrong because if you're not, then my sister is going to see a side of me she's not going to like."
"Where are the girls that were with you?" Michael asks Anthony. "One of the men took them home." Evan answer. Michael nods and turn his attention back to the scenery out the window.
They were almost to the base when Evan's phone rings. He checks it then answer. "Are you fucking serious right now?" He barks into the phone before ending the call. "Yow Anthony, floor it, the base is under attack!" he shouts.
Thank you all for reading
I hope you all had a wonderful holiday
words of encouragement
It wasn't the alarm that woke you up this morning,
It was God's grace and mercy
Riddle from the last ch: what has three feet but no toes?
Ans: a yardstick
Ha duh, alright, that one wasn't so bad, here's another
What kind of nail should you never hit with a hammer?
Good luck, guys.