Chapter Eleven
Jacob straightened as the box they were in started to slow. He continued to draw in long, deep breaths as his stomach settled back to where it was supposed to be. Every f*****g time he thought there wasn’t anything else that could scare the s**t out of him, something would pop its damn head up to mock him.
Jacob agreed with his brother. The thing did look like a big coffin. Well, except for the fancy tile and the lights. He straightened and wrapped his hands around the comforting feel of the butt of his guns.
He swallowed as a soft ping sounded and the doors started to open. He was slightly behind Jonathan, who was ready to bolt the moment the door opened far enough for him to get out.
Jonathan stumbled in front of him, his arms reaching out as a familiar figure came run
