Silas’s POV
The beach shack was a total disaster zone. One minute I am bargaining with Jesus for my life and the next Derek’s tactical guys are swarming the place like angry hornets.
Handcuffs were clicking everywhere.
The guy in the helmet was being dragged out through the sand and he was screaming his head off because Derek had basically turned his wrist into pulled pork with that rifle shot. His helmet had been taking off and I must say he was better wearing it. His ugly face and extremely flat nose were making my injuries hurt more just by looking at him.
My head was thumping so hard I thought my brain might actually leak out of my ears. Derek didn't even look like a businessman. He dropped his gun and practically flew toward Rose. He didn't yell at her as usual. He just grabbed he
