Rick's p.o.v
I was driving while whistling happily. Kent had two gunshots in his legs and two of them on his arms. The ropes around him were tied tightly that he couldn't break free and he was bleeding to death with each passing minute.
Two of my men were keeping an eye on him making sure he couldn't escape. I wanted him to bleed to his death and that was exactly what was going to happen.
"Sir, will you not say a thing?" Nate's voice came through the phone which was on the next seat put on loudspeaker.
"I have already sent you a location. Go and wipe every fucker out there." I answered seriously.
"Right away." He said with respect.
"And one more thing. Be careful out there." I said then moved my hand and cut the call.
His life was important to us all, if something was to happen to
