Page 33 of Loving the Enemy
Chapter 14
Michael
We make our way to the garage and pile into the Q7. I’m a fucking mess. We’ve got about an hour drive, and the distance fucking kills me. So much can happen in an hour.
Once we’re in the car and heading toward Brooklyn, Ice asks, “So you just gonna go in without a plan?”
“We’re gonna spend the next hour driving there making a plan,” I reply.
“Well, how do you want this to play out?”
I think for a minute before I begin. “When we get in the neighborhood, we need to park far enough away from the house so we’re not noticed but close enough so that when we get Zaira, we can get away.” I take a deep breath. “Then, we need to have two go in ahead and scope out the house—one checking the front of the house, the other in the back. Once we get an all clear, and depending on the number of men in the house, five of us burst in. Someone needs to remain in the car and needs to be ready to make a quick exit.”
“What if they have more men than we can handle?” Ice asks.
“Then we call in reinforcements. We’ve got men all over the city who can be here in a moment’s notice.” I reply.
He nods. “So, Rebel and Hawk, you boys check out the house. Text Ice when you know what we’re dealing with inside.”
“Got it,” Hawk replies.
“Once we get the all clear, Ice, Ricco and I will move in. Spike, you stay with the car.”
“Got it,” Spike replies.
“I assume you all are armed?” I ask. My head is so messed up right now. I should have asked this before we even got in the damned car instead of worrying so much about Zaira. But it’s fucking personal now, and I can’t help it.
Ice pulls out his Glock and says, “Wouldn’t go anywhere without it.”Thank God these guys are used to this shit.
“Fuck, we should have gotten some assaults. Damn. I didn’t think,” I say.
Ricco laughs. “I did. They’ve been in the back since Zaira went missing. I wanted to make sure we were ready in case we needed to leave the compound quickly.”
“I knew I kept you around for a reason.”
“We’ve got three MP7s, an AR-15, and two KG-9s and enough ammo to wreak havoc on Brooklyn if necessary.”
“Fucking shit!” Ice exclaims.
“You don’t fuck with the Italians,” Hawk says.
Ricco nods once. “Damn straight.”
***
An hour later, we’re driving down Bedford Avenue. We spot the house and drive past slowly. From the looks of it, it looks like a normal single-family home. Unfortunately for the neighbors, they have no idea a drug cartel has made it its residence. Ricco drives about a block away, turns around, and parks on the opposite side of the street. He positioned the car perfectly, as Spike will still be able to see the house in the short distance.
“Okay, boys, you know what to do. Rebel, you take the back, and, Hawk, you take the front,” I say.
Rebel and Hawk reach into the back to get their guns, and they quickly get out of the car. We sit and wait while we watch them approach the house. Everything in me wants to just charge in and get my woman, but I know it wouldn’t be the smart way to handle this.
Ten minutes go by… and nothing. Fifteen minutes, still nothing. I’m fucking going insane. Finally, Ice’s phone beeps. A few seconds later, he says, “Just got a text from Rebel. From the back of the house, he can see the kitchen, which is empty, and a living room. It’s also empty. He says it appears there isn’t anybody downstairs from what he can see. He also checked around the sides of the house but saw no signs of anyone. He did say there is a light on upstairs. It’s the only light in the house.”
“Good, now we wait for Hawk.”
A few minutes later, Ice’s phone beeps again.
“Okay, this is from Hawk. Pretty much the same as Rebel, the downstairs is all dark—no sign of movement but there is a light on upstairs, and he saw movement in the window.”
