The Sinfully Wedded

Chapter 53

Warning: Big spoilers for Taken Captive. 

I sat in the back seat with Jordan, my knee bouncing anxiously as we drove through the city. The sun was beginning to set, the leftover rays shining brightly through the car. 

"Fuck. I can't see shit." Seth complained, pulling the visor down. "You guys understand the plan, right? Quick and easy, don't get messy. I got my men in the station handling shit but if we spend too much time on this, even they can't stop us from getting in trouble with the pigs." 

There've been small gangs uprising downtown. They've been giving Seth trouble so he's getting rid of them one by one. We got word on their warehouse's location.

"Yeah, yeah," Callum muttered from the passenger seat. "Acting like you're the only one who's been on a fuckin' job." 

Jordan and I glanced at each other awkwardly. 

"Alright, big boy. You think you're so experienced?" Seth tested.

"I'm just as experienced, if not more, than you. I could do this damn job with my eyes closed." Callum gloated. 

"Fine. Let's make a bet." 

"Shit," Jordan muttered.

"Here we go." I sighed. 

"If you kill more than seven tonight, I'll give you the Rolls Royce Boat Tail I ordered," Seth said. 

We all gasped as Callum's neck snapped towards his big brother. "Fuck off. That ain't coming out till next year." 

"Not for me," Seth smirked.

"He's bluffing." I accused.

"Has to be." Jordan agreed, the three of us staring at him in shock. 

Seth scoffed and pulled his phone out, showing us the proof. 

"Oh, my." Jordan and I slumped back into our seats in shock. 

Callum seemed skeptical. "And if I don't?" 

"You have to give me your Bugatti." He smirked. 

"Fuck no!" 

"Scared?" Seth teased, turning his head toward Callum.

"No." His younger brother cleared his throat. "No, I'm not. Fine. Deal." 

What was meant to be a quick, serious job turned into nothing more than a game for the two brothers. The second shit hit the fan, Callum made it his mission to not only shoot but kill, as many men as possible. 

I stood in the corner, feeling quite useless now that he was picking up the slack just to prove Seth wrong. 

"Hey, pussy!" I heard a shout beside me and shot him before he could try anything.

"Don't embarrass yourself," I muttered and crossed my arms back over my chest, watching the bloodbath. Jordan joined me, a glass of whiskey in his hand. He took a sip. I arched a brow at him.

He shrugged, "What else am I supposed to do? Everyone's goin' for Callum like he's some superhero." 

"How many is that?" I asked as he killed one more.

"His seventh," Jordan smirked. "That's my baby!" 

I smiled and looked back at Callum. My face fell when I noticed someone approaching him from behind. "Behind you!" 

Just before the man could stab him, Callum dodged it and grabbed the knife with his bare hand. He kicked the man in the stomach but he didn't budge. They were about the same size, the other guy being slightly bigger.