Chapter 62: Delivery or Deliverance

“If anybody moves,” muttered Belette, “They get a bullet.”

Bradley, Porsche, and Brad sat stiffly on the gray couch in the living room of the beach house.

Trent leaned in a high-back armchair next to them sipping his drink, his eyes flicking between them all.

Diesel and Belette each had a semi-automatic pistol with a silencer trained on them.

Brad’s mind whirled. What were they waiting for?

As if sensing his questions Belette asked, “The boss is coming and she wants to talk.”

They were all in trouble. It was too late. How was Brad supposed to get Porsche and Trent out of there without dying? There was no way.

Brad ran through many scenarios in his mind, but even if he could distract the two thugs somehow, they were armed and that spelled certain death. He was powerless against guns.

A boat motor purred and Brad saw a large white yacht cruise up to the pier at the back of the house through the large panel windows.