The Soldier Next Door

We have just made entry into the home, but after searching every single room, there is no sight of Ana. In fact, there is no sight from any living soul. This does not sit right by me; why would he leave his home completely unattended. Well, the man is a fucking idiot; I would not really put it past him. But this is the same fucking idiot that has Ana, and we have now established that she is not here.

Ya, count your words before you speak.

Next, there is a scuffle that comes from behind, and a terrifying voice mumbles something that sounds like, “Drop your fucking guns.”

Well, that ain’t happening today.

In an inch of a second, I spin on my heels and face the fuck that has now got his gun in my face. Does he now truly think that he is intimidating me? I guess we are about to have a little show-off,

But wait…

“What the fuck?” My jaw drops to the floor as I stare at the man that I am laying my eyes upon. “Matthews, what the fuck? What are you doing here?”

“Hey,” he ever so casually speaks, “He made me an offer that I could not refuse.”

Ya, I will show him an offer that he cannot refuse.

Now, surely this man knows he is looking at the wrong men to have their guns pointed at his face, so, “Put your goddamn gun down. You know that there is no way you are getting past me, and you seem to forget who is standing next to me.” I look at Ray with eyes that are burning with fury. When this is over, then I am definitely going to hear from him. Yet I need to remind Matthews, “If I do not manage to fucking shoot you, Ray is going to have your eyeballs served to his dog on a silver platter.

There is only but a rumble of laughter that escapes Matthews’s throat. I guess the man wants to learn his lesson today. However, let us not forget that he is not alone. Gibbs and Williams are staring their own little problem in the face, I don’t know who the man is, but he does not look any brighter than Matthews. These are the two dumbest assholes on the planet, four against two. Let us outweigh it…

Without having to burst out in my own intimidating laughter, I only but warn Matthews once, “I suggest, and believe me; I am not asking you again, drop that fucking gun down.”

Ya, the man has a death wish.

I look over to Ray… Now we have two options here, the one I do believe Ray will enjoy, and I, well, I opt for the other.

As if Ray knows what I am thinking, he only but nods his head.

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Out of fucking nowhere steps out another asshole with an over-eager gun pointed straight at our heads. I only but nod at Ray.

In an inch of a split second, I slightly squeeze the trigger of the piece of metal that is firmly gripped in my palm. I feel the adrenaline seep through my veins as I feel that bullet slip into the chamber. It slides its way through, and with a slight jolt, I can feel as it leaves. There is a loud snap, and as if in slow motion, I can see it spin through the air and pierce his shirt and find itself exploding into his chest.

Next to me, I hear godawful laughter come as Ray shoots Matthews in the leg. I watch as he drops to the floor as elegantly as a feather.

Now, we are not complete idiots, yes we walked into a trap, but hey, we recover well. And, guess what, “You are going to wish that you never fucking double-crosses me.” I step forward and kick Matthews’s before I grab him up by the arm.

“You are coming with me.”

The man does not know the fate that awaits him.

After searching the grounds for what could be a third time, we can safely say that the idiot has, in fact, left his house unattended.

And with that, we make out way back to Ray’s house feeling rather defeated.

…Ana POV…

I have no idea what is going on here. One minute I am in bed having some hot dream about Ethan, then the next, I am being dragged out by some man I do not know.

So, what do I do? I listen to the man.

He drags, now I am not shitting you; the man dragged me with nothing but these damn nighties on. Now my first thought was that something might have happened to Ethan, but no, when I realized that we were headed in a completely different direction other than Ray’s home, I got the feeling that something was not quite adding up here.

After what seemed like a rather crazy drive, we found ourselves outside the city, heading onto a dirt road which at the time seemed to have led as to nowhere. Just as I thought he would stop out here and whack me, I realized that something else was going on.

So yes, soon, we find ourselves stopping in front of a rundown house. By the number of black SUVs, I realized that this is not just a normal gathering; well, that is what I thought at first. Now, of course, I thought it was Ethan, yet again I was clearly mistaken, for the minute I stepped a foot out of the car, that is when I saw him.

“What the fuck? What is going on here? Why the hell are you here?”

Yes, of course, the man gives me a good up and down once over. The lust and god, the thoughts that were running through his mind, were clearly burning in those evil eyes. Not once did he leave my glance as he stepped closer, “Hello, Ana.”

I shake my head in disbelief, “What is happening here?”

Then as the asshole steps closer, he grabs me by the arm and leads me inside the house. Well, if I thought he would sit me down, I was in for a nasty surprise. Up he pulls some sturdy wooden chair and, with the greatest of ease, ties me to it.

There is only one word that leaves my lips as I look at him, “Asshole.”

…Ethan POV…

Ya, Matthews thought we were going to have a little chat.

Well, Ray has something far, let me say, very painful in mind for him.

So once we find ourselves back at the house, very frustrated that Ana is not with us, we take Matthews to the kitchen. I am sure Ray’s misses won’t mind a little blood in here.

Ray, with duct tape in hand and me pulling a chair from the dining room closer, we tie Matthews pretty tight so that he cannot move an inch.

Then the fun begins…

“Now,” I decided to take it slow. “Where is Ana?”

He only but smirks at me, “I am not fucking telling you.”

“Fair, are we going to play that one?” I step but a half of a step closer. “You know it is such a fucking cliché. Now again, where is Ana?”

“Again, Hunter.” He talks to me mockingly. “I am not telling you a thing.”

Then Ray steps forward, “Listen here, you dumb fuck, l won’t be asking as nice as Ethan. Where is Ana?”

Well, just as Matthews is about to say it once again, “No,” I so casually take my Ruger from the back of my pants where I tucked it, and before he can say another word, I pop a bullet in his foot.

“Aaahhh, goddammit.” I hear his scream of agony filter to every corner. “Are you fucking crazy?

I burst out in a cackle; my god, I don’t know where I find it, but all that I can get out between the pleasure of my laughter is, “Now, I am asking you again. Where is Ana?”

“And I am telling you again,” he so bravely stares me straight into the eyes. “I am not telling you.”

“Well, then you won’t mind if I shoot you in the other foot.”

“God, no.”

“Then tell me, where is Ana?”

He looks at me, and I swear his eyes are pleading, “He is going to kill me.”

“Guess what, Matthews.” My voice grows deep and firm, “If he does not kill you, then I am.”

But wait, Ray has now returned to the kitchen with what clearly looks to me as plyers. Matthews looks at him in pure horror. “What are you going to do with those?”

Ray only but smirks at him, “What do you think?”

I watch in absolute horror as Ray steps closer to Matthews; there is an evil in his eyes that I have never seen before. This man is going to do what he can to find Ana.

So what do I do?