Resurrection River: Men of Mercy, Book 2

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man’s face had gone from shock and pain to death and destruction. His lips slashed into a cruel smile. “That’s right. I am Sheriff of Mercy. And I’m going to shut your operation down. You can talk about my past all you want. I don’t care. The men I cared about are dead. All of them. I have nothing to lose. I will make it my personal mission to fuck up your life.”
    Grey smiled, crossed his arms over his chest. The silence stretched thin. Ranger was ready to snap. Hunter watched the two men face off, tense.
    Ranger’s shitty day turned into the shit beneath the shit. His plans to infiltrate the Lobello’s compound were over. His mission to protect Amy and Chloe were in severe jeopardy
    Grey studied Bo. Ranger wanted to pull out his hair. Storm out the door and take off.
    “If you can answer my question, I’ll fill you in.” Grey waited for Bo to nod.
    “What?” Bo said.
    “Why are you the only survivor?”

9
    Chapter 9
    A my sat straight up in bed, ripped from sleep by a distant banging. She strained for alertness and listened, rubbing sleep from her eyes. Her imagination filled the silence in with creaks and groans from the old farmhouse, but she ignored those. Bang. There it was again. The sleep completely gone now, she jumped from the bed and pulled on her robe. Chloe.
    Had she fallen out her crib? Oh god, what if she hit her head.
    Bang.
    The sound reverberated through the house. Not her baby. Not some small rap on a hard wood floor. That was her kitchen door.
    Bang.
    Something slammed into the back door. Her heart slammed hard in response, kicked over and spun out of control.
    Amy grabbed her cellphone off the bed stand, her hands shaking so bad she could barely open it. The numbers wobbled. Call Ranger. He will come. No. Not Ranger. She’d told him to stay out of her life. Why couldn’t she get him out of her head?
    Come on. Call the sheriff. Call Bo. Only her hands trembled and she couldn’t hit the right numbers. What was his number? She couldn’t think.
    Call for help. Get to Chloe.
    Before she finished dialing, the silence caught her attention.
    Silence.
    Blood pounded in her ears, rushing and ripping through her body, but the silence was louder. Scarier.
    Amy took a deep breath. Thank the lord for the metal bar she’d wedged beneath the doorknob. She’d run to the hardware store and bought the extra security device after Santos. It wasn’t a high-tech security system, but it was enough to keep someone from simply kicking in her back door.
    Something cracked. A loud tearing sound. Amy jerked. Dropped the phone. Wood splintered. Tears clogged her throat and her legs turned to rubber. Someone was trying to pry open her door.
    Santos. The monster was back. All the warnings Ranger told her, everything he’d warned her about, came crashing into her mind.
    Amy fell to her knees and scrambled in the dark for her phone. She couldn’t see. Couldn’t think. A light flashed beneath the bed, her phone beeped.
    She heard another loud crack. The door wouldn’t hold much longer. Amy fell to her stomach and stretched her fingers as far and long as she could, until she tipped the phone. It slipped further away.
    She dropped her head to the floor. Come on, Amy. Get it. Get the damn phone.
    Amy strained, her muscles protested. Finally she felt the phone, and carefully this time, touched it. Pulled it back. When she had it in her hand, she sat back against the bed, using the solid frame to steady herself.
    She dialed.
    Another loud crack. Sweat broke out across her neck, her shoulders, her arms. Chloe. She had to call Bo and get to Chloe.
    The phone rang once. Twice. She swallowed. Please answer. Please answer.
    “Amy?” Bo’s smooth voice was a blessing and she nearly cried.
    “Bo. Someone’s trying to break in my back door.” Afraid to speak loud, her voice came out in a whisper, filled with tears and fear.
    “Do you have a gun? Where are you in the house?” Bo asked. Amy heard someone talking in

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