Dangerous Chaos

Good things come to those who wait… and to those who survive.

Keeper Wit Meyer has endured his fair share of trauma, but nothing compares to the chaos unleashed when his worlds finally collide— his dark past and the beautiful woman who holds his life in her hands.

Hidden agendas and secret identities, nothing is as it seems, with adversaries hiding in plain sight. Waiting to strike. Waiting for the perfect moment to execute their plans… and their enemies.

Politics, power and pure pandemonium… who will come out on top?

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CHAPTER 1:
“Wit Meyer, you’re under arrest,” said a man dressed in black fatigues, a flak jacket, and draped in weapon holsters as he pinned Wit to the wall, arms cuffed behind him.
It happened so fast that no one had been able to wrap their mind around what had just transpired. The Keepers had stormed a building on a tip their mark was there and instead… walked right into a trap. One they didn’t have an immediate way out of as they all were forced to their knees at gunpoint and held by operatives they didn’t recognize while Wit was being detained.
“Charged with what?” Wit hollered as he fought back.
“Capital murder,” the man in black deadpanned.
“You’re making a mistake.” Cane O’Reilly interrupted from his knees where his fingers were laced together behind his head. “You have the wrong guy.”
“No. We don’t,” the man said, looking over his shoulder at Cane and the team as he removed Wit’s obvious weapons and began to pat him down, hunting for more.
“Ooh. You gettin’ a little handsy there, brother. If this is you askin’ for a date, you’re goin’ about it all the wrong way. Plus… you aren’t my type.”
The man jabbed a fist in Wit’s side. “Shut the hell up.”
“You haven’t identified yourselves,” Coy bantered. “Who the hell are you?”
The man holding Wit turned to the group and quickly flashed a shiny platinum shield before hanging it back on his belt. “It’s in your best interest not to interfere, or we’ll hook you and take you in for obstruction and any co-conspirator charge I can tack on.”
“C’mon, man. I don’t think you know who you’re dealin’ with.” Wit chuckled. “This ain’t gonna end well for you, cowboy.”
“Wit,” Cane scolded.
“What? I don’t recognize that shield and neither do you. It doesn’t get any more off the books than us.” Wit was turned abruptly to face his arresting agent, back slammed against the wall. “You like it rough, huh?”
“Jesus, Wit,” Ronan chimed in, earning a kick to the gut from one of the men holding them at gunpoint.
“Hey!” Wit yelled, guilt rolling off his words for antagonizing their newfound enemy. “Leave them alone. You guys bounties? You here to collect our reward? Take it. It don’t need to be like this.”
“The bounty is for you,” one of the men in black seethed.
“Me? Who exactly do you think I killed?” Wit questioned.
“Wit Meyer, you are under the arrest for the brutal murders of Clyde and Meira Skriver.” The man grabbed Wit’s arm and pulled him from the wall. “Come with me.”
“Hang tight, man,” Cane yelled. “We’ll get Landry on this. You’ll be home in no time.”
The butt of a rifle met Cane’s face as the group of men in all black worked their way backward in an effort to retreat. The unidentified man led Wit from the area first and through a doorway, out of sight from the rest of the Keepers. One by one, the men disappeared through the doorway until only one was holding them at gunpoint from a distance.
“They didn’t read him his rights. They aren’t official,” Ryker said under his breath to his team. “This is bad. Are we going to just let them take him?”
“Not a chance,” Cane said. “Wait for it.”
“Wait for what, cousin?” Ronan asked. “They could be tossing him in a rig right now, ready to haul ass out of here. They leave the parking lot and our chances of retrieving Wit reduce by half.”
“Killion, you still live on comms?” Cane asked, hoping his brother was on the other end of his earpiece listening in.
“Heard it all, brother,” Killion said back for the whole team to hear. “Killed Wit’s comms since it’s been compromised. I have air support launched and running video from all your body cams through facial rec and everything else I got.”
“Damn, he’s good,” Coy said, taking to his feet after watching the final guard disappear through the doorway. “We ready to jump on this?”
“Take the lead,” Cane said, following suit. “Everyone knows their job.”
The Keepers lined up and trailed through the building carefully and methodically, each knowing what to do and how to do it should they encounter their newly made enemy. Brother’s Keeper Security – now referred to as BK Security – was a very sophisticated, high-end firm that had contracts with the wealthiest and most powerful—from celebrities and tech tycoons to political dignitaries from around the world.
Their largest contracts were with the United States government, but you wouldn’t find a record of that anywhere. They were highly sought after, but only by those who knew they existed, as they were very much off the grid when it came to publicity. They hunted terrorists, serial killers, and every kind of criminal in between – the worst the world had to offer. And it seemed the worst was just beyond the steel doors before them, holding one of their own.
Ryker trained his weapon behind the last obstacle in their path before breaching the doors. “Clear.”
“We don’t know what’s on the other side of those doors,” Cane said. “Just where our rigs are. Be quick and be smart. Find cover, then assess.”
“Copy,” they each said in unison.
“I have aerial,” Killion said. “You have four vehicles lined up blocking yours in – count twelve, maybe thirteen agents.”
“We’ll grab him and get back to Watermark so we can figure out what the hell happened here and why he has a target on his back,” Cane informed before asking. “You got a path for us to get to Wit?”
“Affirmative. They’re walking him north to the second rig, and…” Killion paused. “Shit.”
“What is it?” Cane asked. “What’s happening, brother?”
“We have incoming. They’re cresting the berm across the parking lot and flanking both sides,” Killion informed. “You’re boxed in.”
“Friendlies? Anyone we know?” Cane asked as gunfire rang out. “Never mind. That answered my question.”
“Can’t get a positive ID just yet, but they’re firing on those agents who have Wit.”
“Shit. Where is he?” Ryker asked over the comms.
“They moved him to the front vehicle,” Killion said. “Driver didn’t make it around the rig. He’s down. Wit is still sheltering in place along the side of the first rig, covered by the back of one of ours.”
“We need to get out there,” Rip said as the team took to the floor to avoid stray bullets penetrating the building.
“And shoot at who?” Cane asked.
“Give me a minute. I’m getting hits on facial rec,” Killion said. “Holy shit… you aren’t going to believe this.”