Chapter 21: continuation
'The boys are here, we're ready,' Dean said confidently as he followed Jay outside.
Two black cars were parked right next to the entrance to the building. The door of one of the jeeps swung open and the head of a strong guy appeared from there with a weapon on a strap, which was thrown over his shoulder.
'We're ready, Jay!' Shouted the brunette, letting Dean inside.
The smile vanished from James's face, leaving no trace of it. Eyebrows furrowed and cheekbones contracted into a focused face. The iris of the eyes changed from bright blue to dark blue. The look of kind and mischievous turned into cold and serious, sending goosebumps all over her body.
'Me too,' the guy grinned as he got into the front seat of the first car.
Cars moved out of the way, leaving the track. Jay reached for a glass bottle that contained a strong alcoholic drink. Unscrewing the cap and taking a couple of sips of cognac, he returned the bottle to its place.
'Jay, you’re going to get drunk now,' Trajan said quietly, not knowing what reaction to expect.
'How are you going to shoot then? You can kill us too.'
'Back off, I'll be almost sober,' Foster said, snatching a bottle of Coke from a small bar.
'Then you'd better not shoot at all,' Ron gestured at the gun next to Jay.
'I need a hangover. Why did you attack me?' The guy threw up his hands, pouring a little cola from the bottle. 'Damn it,' Foster cursed under his breath.
Half of the alcohol content from a bottle of cognac is poured into the guy's body all this way. And nothing can stop him but himself. The mind is clouded and all James Foster wants at the moment is to carry out his plan. Drivers stop near the woods, pull over to the side of the road and slam on the brakes. The doors of each car swung open, allowing the tough guys to step outside. The track is abandoned and it plays into the hands, because everything that will happen now will not be the most pleasant. Like when a person was picked up on the street, put into a huge black car, or when they had a shootout right in front of a cafe, because certain people did not like something in this city and they wanted to take it into their own hands. There are many examples of this. After all, when the truth does not suit someone, a legend appears. Jay grabbed the gun that lay beside him and jumped out of the car, holding on to the handle.
'What the hell was he drinking already?' Throwing his hands to the sides, and at the same time raising his eyebrows up, Dean turned to the guys who were sitting in the first car.
Unfortunately, as the curly-haired guy thought, he got into the second car, thinking that everything would be all right with his best friend. But forgetting that only he can stop him from the actions that he wants to do, because the rest are a little afraid of the guy, he lost his opinion.
'I'm sober,' the boy growled.
'I see. Great,' Dean clapped his hands, mentally scolding his best friend, because he is so unstable. 'How are you going to go there? You're drunk, you'll fucking kill your own guys. Yes, and you can easily get shot.'
'Stop it,' the blond man grunted, leaning back against the car. 'So, let's start working according to the plan. You,' he pointed at a strong brunette with a machine gun over his shoulder. 'Go through the main entrance.'
'Will he go alone?' Ron asked, raising his left eyebrow.
'Of course,' James sighed, clutching his head with one hand and grimacing as if at his own words.
The brain was covered with a new wave, slowly carrying away along the waves. Blurring appeared before my eyes, and voices faded into the background.
'Okay, I just need a pill for my head,' the guy groaned, not wanting to admit that, after all, he had gone too far with alcohol.
Oh, James always got too drunk. Every usual trip to the bar ended with the guy waking up in an unknown place with a headache and a naked girl next to him. If not for Dean, who always tried to control his best friend, then Foster would have been in a bad condition.
'Why do you always get drunk when I'm not around?' The curly-haired boy asked himself, thinking aloud.
'Here,' the brunette looked out of the car, holding out a pack of pills in one hand and a bottle of mineral water in the other.
The guy snatched the bottle from the guy's hands, simultaneously opening a pack of pills. Popping two pills into his mouth, he returned the rest to the same guy, opening the bottle cap to take a few sips of water to wash it all down.
A young girl was sitting on the couch, carefully studying articles on the Internet. Each new story shocked her. Seeing two young guys in hospital beds on the laptop screen, the girl put her hand to her mouth, horrified when she noticed the following photo with the damaged bodies of the same guys, because of which they actually ended up in this hospital.
'Jack and Marcus Nicholson, two brothers, were admitted to the hospital with horrific injuries. They are now in wards with security guards. Once stabilized, both pimps will go on trial for illegal sale of girls.'
The girl gasped when she realized that she took pity on such people. They deserve it and the court should sue them for their dirty deeds.
'Fractured limbs, first degree burns, concussion, all of the above have been seen in young people. There are suggestions that this was done by James Foster and his Darkness criminal gang, which is now sweeping London. Unfortunately, the London police are powerless, so we ask you to stay at home at night and walk only in busy places where there are always people. The incident happened, according to investigators, on 07/27/15.'
Paying attention to the mobile phone, the girl pressed the small button on top to unlock the screen. The black color of the screen quickly turned into a picture of the sea, which was on the screensaver of the phone.
'07/28/15' the date said on the mobile.
It was yesterday. Yesterday, not even suspecting what could happen that night, the girl went to bed, calmly falling asleep, while at that moment James Foster, along with his guys, literally killed two brothers.
There was a knock on the door, which followed the fact that the brown-haired woman with a red tint of hair, was distracted from the article, turning around to the door. Not intending to get up from the sofa in the living room, the girl ignored the insistent sound at the door, which continued, referring to the fact that one of the guys would open the front door for her.
'Hailey, open that damn door! You are closest to it!' Austin shouted from the second floor.
Right now, all the guys are sitting in Josh's room, playing a game console. Hailey was with them until she got tired of these games. She took out her laptop, wanting to browse the news on the Internet. They did not go to the city all this week and the girl was simply dying from the temptation to find out what had happened during those days in London.
'Damn,' Hale muttered, picking up the laptop from her lap and placing it next to her on the couch.
Rising to her feet, she pulled her T-shirt down, heading for the door. Deftly opening the lock, Hailey thought it was their neighbor, Miss Marvey. So again decided to drop by them to drink tea and chat. But when the girl opened the door, everything happened so quickly that she did not even have time to figure out the whole situation. The girl was grabbed by the hair, winding it around her fist. Pain pierced his entire head from a strong action.
'Let me go, let me go!' Hailey screamed all over the house, trying to free her hair from the tight grip.
Tears formed on his face, turning into sobs. The muscular guy pushed her into the house, throwing her onto the couch. 'Shut up or you'll be dead, little one,' the boy growled, running up the stairs.
'Josh, they're here!' The girl screamed, quickly rising to her feet and grabbing a knife from the kitchen table.
Two guys ran through the front door, a gun in their hands, frightening a defenseless girl with a small knife in her hands. The guys looked at each other and one big guy ran upstairs, leaving the girl with another strong brunette.
'Drop the knife,' the boy hissed, moving closer to her.
Hailey shook her head, bringing the knife forward. Two shots rang out and the girl closed her eyes, throwing the knife on the floor in a state of passion.
The brunet turned away, pressing a small earpiece to his ear for communication: 'The back door is open, everyone is upstairs.'
Reacting, the girl quickly rushed through the open window in the kitchen, managing to hear a menacing scream and one shot through the window, which mediated the glass breaking. The fragments scattered around the kitchen and around the yard, touching the girl's hand when at that moment she was on the frame. The shard hit her shoulder and the girl screamed from the pain in her arm. Blood trickled down his arm, staining clean skin. Hailey ran to the backyard, still hearing the gunshots, but as a man's scream filled the house, the girl sobbed, worried that they were her friends.