Barry Deckland
*TW: Guns blazing, death, disability, the whole nine yards as per the title of this chapter*
The time had come.
He watched as the rest of his men piled into the SUVs, some were already meeting at their rendezvous point, but he was bringing up the rear with four more SUV and extra ammo. His men were armed to the teeth; he had even managed to get them bulletproof jackets. He was well prepared to avenge his wife.
He had his two infamous pistols ready in his hip holsters. He would have preferred to have his son at his side, but he was not so fortunate. Brent’s aim had always been impeccable; the boy had just had the talent of making a single shot count from the first time he picked up a firearm.
Making sure his men were loaded and ready, he finally got into the back of the
