Lyndee's Saviors [Men of Montana] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (24 page)

Two of the men stepped toward one while Wolf and the other two headed for the other. Austin swung down from the rafters on a rope, landing a few feet behind the two Russians, a shotgun slung on his shoulder. Austin and Wolf checked for pulses, the former finding one while the latter looked up and shook his head.

“This one won’t last long by the looks of him,” Austin said, standing back up to his full height. Looking at the two men standing next to the man, Austin gave his orders. “Stay with him. Make sure he doesn’t go anywhere. Wolf, you and the others come with me.”

A gun cocked behind them and the six men turned slowly toward the sound. Austin was surprised to find another Russian man, dressed the same as the other two standing in the doorway, gun pointed at them. No words had to be spoken, just a gesture of the ominous gun toward the ground. Each man slowly laid their shotguns down on the cement and kicked them toward the tall blond man.

Standing back up, Austin caught a slight movement from Wolf as he tumbled to the ground, rolled, and grabbed the concealed weapon from the dead man’s trouser leg. Taking quick aim, he shot at the enemy at the door but not before another gunshot sounded. The Russian grasped his chest, just to the left of his sternum, blood appearing quickly, spreading out across the dark material of his suit. Austin, as a backup, fell to grab one of the disposed shotguns, aiming at the man, though by that time the man was on his knees and within seconds falling face-first onto the floor of the horse barn.

Looking over to give his man a nod to say well done, Austin noticed the pain-stricken look on Wolf’s face as he clutched his blood-soaked shoulder. “Shit!” the foreman said before rushing to his ranch hand’s side. One man had already removed his shirt and was holding it up to the injured man’s shoulder. As Austin knelt down, he noticed the blood splatter along with the bullet that had lodged in the four-by-four post behind Wolf. Looking behind his man, he saw the exit wound and quickly removed his own shirt. Giving it to another man to hold, he barked orders. “Hold this on the back of his shoulder to staunch the bleeding. I’ll call for the ambulance then go help out at the house. Keep your guard up. Only five arrived but we don’t know if they have backup waiting out there.”

Anger flashed through his eyes, his mouth set in a straight line as he grabbed the gun that Running Wolf still held in his hand. Standing, he grabbed a shotgun from the floor, pulled shells out of his pocket, and began to reload the weapon as he exited the barn, making his way toward the house. Halfway there he met up with Trey and Storm, the latter carrying a Winchester rifle. Trey carried a shotgun but had his revolver in its holster strapped around his shoulders. The two eyed their shirtless cousin, his chest and shoulders bronzed in the sunlight, as they made their way toward the danger that presented itself.

“Wolf got shot,” the Indian said grimly. “Took one to the shoulder, in and out, and it’s bleeding a lot.”

“Fuck!” Trey exclaimed while his brother just shook his head. Marching toward the house, their gait along with their attitudes expressed their anger and determination to end this nightmare that Philip had brought to their peaceful, tranquil life. If anyone had come upon the scene at that moment, they would have thought they had traveled back to the Old West.

The two strangers in the house heard the gunfire erupting outside, confident that their cohorts were handling the situation. Making their way back to the kitchen, the tall Russian started in first, handgun raised to chest level, looking for a sign of their prey. Taking a step he felt the blockage at his shin the second he felt himself falling forward. As his two-hundred-thirty-pound-frame hit the floor with a thud, his gun skidded across the floor under the table.

Watching the large man tumble, Philip scoffed at the action when he saw the broomstick across the doorway. Amateurs. Kicking his foot out, he broke the stick in two before checking around the kitchen, behind the island, in the larger cabinets. If she was naïve enough to think a stupid trick with the broomstick would stop them, she’d be stupid enough to hide in a cabinet.

“Come on Lyndee or Lisa or whatever you want to call yourself! Stop playing these games,” he shouted in frustration. “Your friends are dying out there and that will all rest on your shoulders. You’re killing them! Do you want that on your conscience?”

Standing silently, he watched the large blond man haul himself back up to his feet. Going over to the table he searched for the runaway gun. Philip eyed the two remaining doors across the kitchen. She had to be in one of them. Stalking over to them, he first opened the pantry door and found it filled with food stuffs and a few cleaning supplies. No petite woman in there. Smiling maliciously, he opened the second door and found it dark. Flipping the light switch, nothing illuminated. As if he thought flicking it a few more times would help, he tried. Still nothing. Not sure where it led, he took a step tentatively. Taking another, he felt his foot roll out from under him, and before he could right himself, he hit the rolling bucket before toppling down the stairs into darkness.

Righting himself he swore softly as he searched the walls around him and found a light switch. Flicking the small rectangular protrusion on the flat plastic panel, the basement illuminated. Looking around, he found his gun, which had skidded near one of the weight benches. Picking it up, he surveyed his surroundings. Skipping over the exercise equipment, he eyed the door furthest from the stairs and cautiously opened it, gun ready for action. Finding the laundry room empty he moved to the one remaining door. Trying the knob, he found it locked.

Irritation ran rampant within him, his heart seemingly beating in his ears. He had had enough of this woman and what it was costing him. “Damn it, Lyndee! When I get through this door, I am still going to feast on that wonderful body of yours before I kill you!”

Stepping back, he raised his foot and kicked open the offending object, sending it shattering to the side. A moment of déjà vu struck him as that was how they had started this little journey. Finding the light switch, he flicked on the bank of four switches, letting his eyes adjust to the bright lights and the vision that lay before him.

Smiling, he thought he may hate the men that lived here for they had taken his bit of heaven from him, but he liked their taste. Letting his eyes go from one BDSM device to the next, he was envious that he didn’t have the same setup at his home or his office. Perhaps when the smoke cleared, he would claim the ranch as his own and entertain his women here. The thought appealed to him.

Remembering the reason he was there, he looked around. Skirting the perimeter of the large room, he admired the apparatuses while looking for the one woman that he wished was attached to any of them for his pleasure. Placing his large hand at his crotch, he readjusted himself as he had grown hard thinking about the conquest at hand. Eyeing the one door left in the whole house that hadn’t been checked, he held his gun against his chest as he softly made to it. Turning the handle slowly, he opened it knowing she was a sly, conniving woman. Lowering his gun, he began to shoot randomly, though saved the majority of the bullets for the shower curtain, certain she was hiding there for there was no other place for her to be.

After the barrage of gunfire that destroyed the bathroom, he threw open the white shower curtain that now looked like Swiss cheese and found the stall empty. Disparaged, he shouted as loud as he could, “Lyndee! You fucking bitch! Show yourself!”

* * * *

Trey entered first as was his right as a police officer. They wanted this to go down as swiftly as possible and by the book so if Philip did manage to come out of this alive, they had evidence against him. As he entered the living room, Austin and Storm were right behind him. Spotting a shadow coming from the kitchen, Trey motioned for the two to stay put. Flattening himself against the wall near the doorway, he held the shotgun to his shoulder. As the finely dressed Russian exited the kitchen, he was expecting trouble, but by the look on his face, wasn’t expecting to come face-to-face with the shotgun.

“Don’t make any sudden moves or you won’t have a face left,” Trey threatened. “You’re going to go to your knees slowly while my brother takes your gun. Do you understand?”

The man nodded slowly before lowering his large body to his knees, his grip on his gun loosening. Storm stepped forward, grabbing the firearm quickly before stepping back. The man knew the routine and placed his hands behind his head without being told. The entire time Austin had his own shotgun trained on the man, anger still flashing through him. His finger was itching to put a bullet through this son of a bitch as he was sure this man had done many times in his career, but he reined in the control that was set to let loose.

“Check his legs for a hidden gun,” Austin said harshly. “They seem to conceal them there from what we discovered with the others.”

Handing the shotgun to Storm, Trey pulled the concealed weapon from the man’s ankle, removed a zip-tie from his back pocket, and pulled one large hand down behind the man’s back and then the other hand. The zip-tie was pulled tightly against his wrists, but that wasn’t enough for Trey. Undoing the clasp on his belt, he pulled it through the loops on his jeans and proceeded to wrap the leather strap around the man’s ankles, pulling it tight. Using the excess he pulled on it and looped it through the zip-tie and then let the prong slip into one of the holes before cinching it tight. He wasn’t going anywhere.

A noise behind them caught their attention. Relaxing when they saw who had arrived, Trey motioned for James and Arturo to take the Russian to the barn with the others. The shouting from downstairs was becoming desperate and then they heard the door to the playroom being kicked open. The three men looked at each other, all thinking the same thing. They were going to have to do some work down there quickly.

As they started into the kitchen, Connor and Lyndee came through the front door. Their woman looked frightened, and rightfully so, but a twitch of a smile was on her lips at the discovery of their secret. Trey cocked his head toward the basement door and the five of them made their way down to the subterranean vault.

Before they were halfway down the stairs they heard the gunshots as Philip massacred the bathroom. At the bottom Connor pulled out his revolver and entered the playroom first. The other three men entered next standing beside him, making a force of four for Philip to get through before getting to Lyndee. She entered last, standing behind Austin and Connor. Lifting the backside of her shirt she pulled out Philip’s Glock that she had retrieved from the ravine.

As the criminal in the bathroom shouted out, “Lyndee! You fucking bitch! Show yourself!” she pushed her way through the wall of men and stood between them as they moved to the side just a bit.

“Okay,” was all she said, aiming at the doorway to the bathroom as did the four men. There was no way that Philip would get out of this and live. It was all or nothing and they all knew it. Lyndee was proud to be standing with these strong, virile men whom she could trust with her life. At that moment she knew everything was going to work out the way it should. Since everything did happen for a reason, she now knew the reason for the kidnapping.

* * * *

Philip was hesitant as he exited the bathroom, gun held out in front of him. “You bitch! What the hell…” His voice trailed off as he saw the partition of flesh before him.

The four men were angry as they held their guns aimed at him. Lyndee was beautiful as she stood amongst them. Even when she was just one of his whores he thought she was beautiful. He hated it when she piled on the makeup. It made her look cheap. The slutty clothes and jewelry didn’t help much either. When she was herself, like she was now, was when he felt his cock rise to the occasion. He had wanted her from the first day she came to work for him though she shunned him. This was his woman and as he looked at the four men he wondered which was defending her honor and which ones were just helping out. Then he remembered what that slut Angela had told him, about all three men taking her.

He cringed at the thought. The petite woman before him had a look to her that screamed she had been fucked but good. That was supposed to be his job before he killed her. Now he just wanted to kill her. It was an old-fashioned showdown amongst the St. Andrew’s Cross, the penance table, and the whipping bench that the room held. He couldn’t help but chuckle at the thought. He would love to have tied her to the penance table and teach her a few lessons.

The small group watched as he laughed to himself, fearful that he had lost his mind, but then he sobered up. “I can’t believe that you did this to me, Lisa. Oh, sorry, Lyndee. I know that you’re a Fed. Boy you had me fooled. Right down to the men you fucked. You know you can’t testify against me after you did that, right? You broke the rules.”

“No,” she said softly. “I never slept with anyone. I made friends with a hooker that looked a lot like me and she was the one who did my job.”

Maniacal laughter erupted from him. “You expect me to believe that? You would lie on the stand? I can bring in many of our clients that can testify that you fucked them.”

“She was a virgin when I made love to her a few days ago,” Trey said proudly. “And I don’t appreciate you calling my woman a liar.”

Philip’s mouth dropped open at the declaration and the smug look on the petite blonde’s face made him face the truth. He also knew he wasn’t going to get out of this alive so might as well make the best of it. “So that bitch Angela was right. You are fucking all of them, but wait. I thought there were only three of them. That’s what she told me when she told me where to find you.”