Hate to love

Chapter 28

Devon's POV

I should have known better than to release Karen into enemy grounds.

With packs of dynamite.

"Are you sure she is okay?" Leo asked for the hundredth time.

"Knowing Karen, I'm more scared for the motherfuckers in there." I said laughing lightly.

Karen was one girl that could handle herself.

She and Klan where extremely deadly people but with sweet personalities.

I've never had a reason to be worried.

But I guess I could understand where he was coming from.

Karen ran up to us laughing.

Marcus had come over with a suitcase filled with weapons.

But I'd asked him to head back.

I opened the box and tossed out guns to everyone.

I always had a gun with me at all times so all I did was take the grenade.

"Okay, we have exactly thirty minutes to get in there and get out. Or else we're all gonna die." Karen said.

"Couldn't you have given us more time?" Ceejay said.

"You just have to grab one girl before we all die, how hard can it be?"

"Okay. You guys all ready?" I asked.

"Yeah." They all agreed.

Nodding, I gave Karen the go ahead and we dashed into the building as Karen pushed the button.

I ran inside, shooting and dodging bullets as we needed to save Jasmine.

The others caused a huge distraction, dragging all the men forward.

I crept in, checking all the rooms to find Jasmine.

Knowing the layout of all these warehouses all too well, I went down to the basement.

I heard the sound of a whip and a scream followed.

Another voice yelled "Scream louder bitch."

For that person's sake, I hope that's not Jasmine.

I will hurt.

I tried opening the door like a gentleman.

Of course that didn't work so I broke down the door.

Looking inside the room, I saw three guys and a girl torturing her.

I'm glad Ceejay ain't here.

Rushing forward I ducked as all three guys tried to tackle me at once.

Laughing, I obviously taunted them as we fought.

The first two where easy.

The third however seemed more experienced.

He was meeting me head on, which is a hard thing to do when I'm not letting you.

He used similar techniques too.

It was like he had been taught by Da Boss.

I didn't have advantages when it came to this guy.

He knew my every move down.

My father's voice echoed through my ears.

'What do you do when your opponent is stronger than you?"