“Let us the fuck out!”
I could feel the shark grin forming on my face and almost cackled.
Like shooting fish in a fucking barrel.
Darren must have left in the middle of his meeting with all of his little crime buddies, but with the power being out, those heavy oak doors wouldn’t be opening for them any time soon.And since Darren obviously had everyone disarmed at the front door, they had no firepower to help them escape his office.Not to mention, their cell phones were all fried from the EMP, so they couldn’t call for any backup or help.
They were hopelessly trapped.
And royally fucked.
Turning around, I collected an M16 from one of the dead guards, along with a few full magazines.Noticing one of them was also wearing a belt of grenades, I grinned as I unclipped it from his body and draped it over mine.
These will be fun.
After reloading the rifle with a full magazine, I rushed back over to the door and banged my fist against it.
“Hello?!Who’s in there?”I yelled, hoping to draw their attention.
“Hey!Open the fucking door!Let us out of here!”
“Get us out!”
“Open this damn door!”
“Okay!I’ll get you out, but you’re going to have to work together!”I shouted back.“Listen to me carefully!I need you all to put as much of your weight against the doors as you can until it finally dislodges, okay?!”I smiled as I listened to them all confirm my instructions, the sound of the doors creaking against their added weight.“Keep pushing!”I said as I removed one of the grenades from the belt.“Almost there!”Pulling the pin, I carefully set the grenade between the two door handles and then took off in the opposite direction to hide inside another room.
Seconds later, the grenade went off, the sound rattling the walls as the blast ruptured the interior.Exiting my cover, I headed back to Darren’s office to find a massive hole where the doors used to be.Bodies and various singed parts of what was left were in pieces across the floor, the entire entrance of the room completely destroyed.
Stepping through my makeshift opening, I could see that seven other men were still standing, hiding away from the blast as the rest either groaned in pain or lay dead on the floor.
“What the fuck have you done!”one of them shouted angrily.“You crazy little?—”
I didn’t give him a chance to finish his sentence, cutting him off with a fresh spray of bullets that sent him and his remaining colleagues to join the rest on the floor.
“Sorry, couldn’t hear you over all the bullets,” I said aloud.
After checking all the bodies to make sure everyone was dead, I turned my attention to the large bulletproof window that led out into the backyard of the estate, showcasing the ocean and the battlefield raging outside.
Men were running in all kinds of directions, firing their guns left and right at each other, some of the bullets scratching against the window.The lawn was a mess.Bodies were scattered all around, and the grass was ripped apart from explosions and gunfire.Several boats had also breached the shore, their hulls destroyed as men fired from behind the safety of the bow.
With smoke filtering into the air, the atmosphere was nothing but chaos.Because Darren’s men couldn’t access all of their weapons, they were extremely limited with how many bullets they could afford to lose.Every shot would have to count.But by the looks of things, the odds weren’t in their favor.
Turning away from the battleground, I looked around Darren’s office for what I knew would be the last time.The place was obliterated.In their panic, the rats trapped inside tried to break their way out.Furniture had clearly been thrown into the window because the broken remains were spread across the floor in splinters.Bottles of liquor had been smashed into the walls and tables overturned.Anything that was breakable was shattered in every direction.
But with the expensive rugs soaking up the blood of some of the most nefarious crime families, their bodies just as tattered as the walls from all the bullets, the room was almost befitting.Except for one thing that remained virtually unscathed.
Darren’s fucking desk.
Though no longer organized and pristine, it still stood there, fully intact, practically mocking me.I glared at it with disdain as the memories of all the times I’d either been beaten or fucked over that damn thing came crawling back to haunt me.What was worse was all my portraits from our wedding, the canvases I had painted, and the random candid shots of me hung from the walls just behind the desk, giving off a false sense of reality and happiness.
Fuck all of this shit.
Snatching one of my grenades, I ripped the pin from its slot and rolled it across the floor so it landed right under the desk.I turned away and hustled out of the room for the last time to join the rest of the party, the epic sound of the sharp boom annihilating the remaining fragments of a life I would never be returning to.
Even if it fucking killed me.
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