Free Fall (Free Fall Vol. 2): (Loving Summer #7: The Donovan Brothers #4) Read Online Free Page A

we all needed
something like this to keep us grounded, to remind us of our humanity, and who
we are.  In our line of work, dealing with the crazies sometimes who operated
on a whole different wavelength of the brain than no one in the world, but who
had the power to destroy hundreds of thousands, perhaps millions or billions of
people; we keep our sanity by grounding ourselves with what makes us human.
    For
me, it was remembering Summer, Aunt Sookie, summers with Rachel and Drew at the
Pad.  For others, it was feeling the primal human desire and pleasure of
fucking a warm tight woman – as most of my guys are young, strong, and virile…even
walking testosterones.  Still for some in my group, it was getting close to
nature, meditation or prayers, or the belief in a higher authority or cause.
    Here
at my compound, the headquarters for Andrew Hocking Knight Industries, I
provided that and more.  Here, I built my own security company, patterned after
Donovan Dynamics, which I helped build with my father, but with ex-military
heroes, under-the-radar technology wizards, and real badass toys and gadgets.
This was the Donovan Dynamics I wanted to build. These men at my compound, who
were Execs by day at the corporate satellite office in Newport Beach, were
hand-picked and chosen for their intelligence, experience, loyalty, and
commitment.  These men were ex-Seals, ex-MMA fighters, ex-law enforcement, and
even ex-CIA and FBI. 
    They
were combing through, sweeping our compound for the intruders who somehow
managed to breach our security.  Because this place was our sanctuary, the
breach was even more personal. If found, my men would show no mercy to the brutes
who snuck in and planted that explosive.
    I
took out both my guns from my shoulder holsters and proceeded cautiously to the
unit that had exploded. Entering the large warehouse-like room, it seemed the
explosion was targeted, meaning someone had planted the bomb right on a
particular piece of equipment so the explosion doesn’t destroy the entire
space.  Or was it because they didn’t have a bomb big enough for this space?
    Either
way, it was a clean job, with barely anything else destroyed or taken. There
was a brief fire, but the sensors installed in this place, set off the
extinguishers – not water which would destroy paper and our computer systems in
here, but steam from dry ice which would extinguish the fire upon contact.   
    There
was a hole through one of the walls, where the explosion tore through, which
led to the outside of the compound. The fence in back had been breach, wire-cut
through, so whoever did this could plant the directional bomb right on the
wall. So this was how they did it. 
    Smart
and even genius in its simplicity.
    I
did a mental assessment of everything in this space. The servers, the data in
those servers, and their exact location. What was in the space that was
targeted, was what concerned me. As I thought, it was the most recent find in
the warehouse in Kowloon. The servers that belonged to The Dragon.
    I
looked around the space.  Every single one of those servers were gone. Nothing
else was touched, as though The Dragon’s men didn’t want to destroy the
evidence to the other crime ring bosses.  Whoever did this knew which servers
belonged to the Dragon, and was capable of hauling them away. They were large,
each one probably weighing 200 to 300 pounds so…I looked outside the hole of
the wall, and lo and behold…
    “Stop!”
I shouted, pointing both my guns at the three men dressed in black jumpsuits
and black baseball caps hauling the last of the servers with a dolly, into a
Budget moving truck. 
    They
looked like movers, but I recognized one of the faces.  Jorge Domenico, The
Dragon’s kid brother.  He was on my list to take down, too.
    I
couldn’t believe my luck in seeing him up close and personal.
    Without
saying another word, I shot him.
    I
didn’t intend on killing him, but wounding him, and the shot went