***ZANE’S POV***
“You think they know we are supposed to be here?” I ask my brows pulling upward as I stare at Sinner.
“I don’t think they know, unless we have a spy in our mist, which makes it dangerous because he is going to die,” he blurts out, flexing his hands in and out as he plays around his holster.
I nod at his reflection on the windshield, relaxing gently.
We finish the rest of the way to Aloha district, since Rio has come back to his city, his men will be meeting up with us, trying to trap Michael down.
“This is the end game,” I mutter out, baring my teeth at my men.
“Yes, he would know who he is messing around with. The fucker picked the wrong family to fuck over,” he mutters and I nod, my head bobbling in and out.
As we pull a mile before the port of business, we go down from our cars, and start the walk down to trap the men.
The men from Rio meet us and their leader Carlos walks over to greet me.
“What is the situation like?” he demands his eyes perusing the environment.
Moving my hand for a handshake, he takes it and it is steady, making me know his strength capacity.
“My men reported that we have about right men in either side is the building, their positions are scattered. If most of them are focused in the shipment, I bet their boss will be left alone,” I explained, starting at Carlos.
“Good. We are Ex-Seal men, I promise to get that fucker for you,” he says stepping back.
I knew I had an army behind me, but hearing these are well trained and specialized men, it warms my heart and hardens it all the same.
This is what Rio is doing for me, I would do the same for him.
“Lead the way then,” I exhale, pushing my hand into my holster to part my gun.
Starting the walk to the port building, my eyes are bright and I am on alert, willing to hear any sound that might happen.
When we are in position, I put my gun up for signal and my phone blatantly starts ringing.
The worst part? I hadn’t put it on silence.
The blaring sound of my phone going off makes our presence known and Michael’s men stand on alert as they start firing.
“Fuck!” I screech, digging down as I look around, finding a place to cover.
“Get him,” I hear a male voice command as I fumble for my phone.
Trying to turn it off, I notice who the caller ID is.
An unmarked number that is supposed to be from my house.
I answer, the sounds of bullets almost running me deaf.
“Zane?” Micah’s uncertain voice comes out through the phone as I crease my forehead.
“What are you doing in my house?” I bark out as I dodge a bullet by some miracle.
“Where are you? You need to come home. Going to the port was a trap, Michael is not there,” Micah says.
My chest tightens as I hear that.
A painful scream from my side reveals one of the Ex Seal men been shot on the shoulder.
As he screams, he takes out the fucker that shot him.
I was careful that a stray bullet wouldn’t take me and looking to the right, I take out the enemy, clearing the road.
“We need to leave. This is a trap,” I shout out as I start going backward.
“What?” they ask, confusion in their expression.
“This is a trap,” I mutter.
As they pull out, the port explodes, iron chunks flying in the air.
The gas from the moment catapults me to the ground and I hit my side painfully. I bet I wouldn’t have a dirty bruise there.
Closing my eyes, I will myself from finding Michaek and killing him personally.
I hate his guts. And for putting my men in danger, I will end his life.
“Boss? Hey man, stay with us, open your eyes,” I hear loud sounds in my head as I try to keep my eyes open.
“He must have slammed his head from the blast. Take him to the plain ground,” I hear a voice that resembles Carlos’s own.
Some water is splashed on me as I am slowly put on the ground. My chest tightens and I wish someone would notice it.
When I wince after being leaned to the side, I hear the men speaking.
“Where is the blood coming from?” someone asked.
“Cut his shirt from his body. The blood is becoming too much,” they say.
Reaper’s cologne wafts my nostrils and I nervously openly my eyes, he has this business look on as he removes his boot knife and cut my buttons open.
He notices my eyes on him, and on the knife he is holding. My gaze is uncertain for the moment.
“You will be alright, boss. I guarantee that,” he says as he rips my buttons from my shirt and open it.
“Shit! We need an ambulance. The boss is wounded,” Reaper says.
My phone starts ringing from somewhere and I try to keep my eyes open.
I need a reason to be awake, but darkness overshadows me.
“Daddy, help me. Daddy! Please, oh, please,” I hear London’s petite voice calling out to me for help.
I know this is the call I need to be with my wife, but my body is weak.
“They will kill me if you don’t show up,” London cries out and I jerk out from my trance, my eyes searching my surrounding wildly.
Reaper’s hands are on either side of my arm, trying to calm me down. I slap them off, my eyes harshly staring at her.
“Don’t touch me. Where is my phone?” I ask noticing it had stopped ringing.
“Here boss,” Jesse replies, handing it to me.
I push up to my feet, calling the number and waiting for anyone to pick.
When the other side of the line picks, London’s babble is incoherent in the background.
“Daddy? Daddy, you must hate me,” she cries hard into the phone.
“No, never. Why do you say that?” I demand holding my breathe.
“Because, I just killed a man,” she says.
The line goes death.