New Title 6 (28 page)

I
’d organized to stop a block away, in an old, unused, supermarket car
park. I didn’t want to rouse suspicion with Harley pipes, as well as large
fuckin’ cars pulling up to the warehouse.

 I
got out of my car just as twenty or so Harleys were roaring down the street and
pulling to stop. Blue was the first over to me, Griz, Deanna, and Violet.

 “What’s
the plan?” he asked.

 “We
need to be fast, get in and get out. The warehouse is a block away at the end
of a dead-end street. Not much goes on in these parts, so there shouldn’t be
any witnesses we’d need to buy off.”

 Fuck.
I felt like I was wasting time standing here explaining; all I wanted to do was
get in there, kill the fucker, and get my family back.

 Violet
stepped forward and rested her hand on my arm. “We go in on foot from here; we
don’t want them knowing we’re coming.” She looked over Blue’s shoulder to a
white Sedan family car pulling into the car park. It stopped just behind the
Harleys. “Good, just in time.” She grinned as Warden got out of the car, went
to the back of it, and opened the trunk. “Everyone needs to swap over their
weapons for one of ours,” Violet shouted to my brothers.

 “Shit,
Vi.” I closed my eyes. “How the fuck are you going to explain firing off twenty
or so guns to the cops?”

 She
shrugged. “We’ll deal with that when the time comes.” I shook my head as she
added, “Do you think Zara would want her man in jail after just saving her? No.
Do it for her, Talon.”

 “Do
I get a fuckin’ gun now?” Deanna asked.

 “No,”
Griz growled. “You stick with me, princess.”

 She
sighed loudly and rolled her eyes. “Fine. But I want a piece of him.”

 “We’ll
see,” I said. I wanted him first. My hands itched to choke the fucker for
layin’ hands on my family in the first place. “Right, let’s load up and move
out,” I called.

Violet
had me send Warden in first to remove—if there were any—cameras. Not that I
believed a large motherfucker like Warden would get in there undetected, but he
came back saying the coast was clear.

 I
spread my brothers out so we had the whole warehouse covered. I went straight
for the front door with Griz, Deanna, and Violet. Then Blue came running around
from the side to inform me, “We’ve taken out five men.”

 Then
why the fuck wasn’t the front covered?

 I
gave a chin lift in response and tried the front door. It was locked. I took a
step back, ready to kick it in, when Deanna stepped forward and knocked. I sent
her a ‘what the fuck’ look.

 Seconds
later, the front door was opened, and one of Rocko’s men, still in a betraying
‘Vicious’ vest, stood there.

 “Fuck,”
he hissed. He went to grab a walkie-talkie at his waist when Deanna punched him
in the face. He teetered back. Blue jumped him and held him to the ground.

 “I’m
sure Rocko wants to deal with this fucker himself.” Blue grinned. “You guys go.
I’ll find something to tie him up with,” he said, while emptying the dick of
weapons.

 I
bolted for the stairs, just as my other men came through the back door and went
searchin’ through the bottom area.

 Taking
three step at a time, I climbed the stairs with the others following.

 A
gunshot sounded in the distance.

 “Shit,
shit,” Deanna chanted.

 We
reached a hallway. I signaled for everyone to stay quiet and keep their eyes
open. I opened the first door…nothing. Griz got to the second just as another
of Rocko’s men was walking out. He reached for his gun as Griz knocked him out
with one punch.

 “Leave
him. One of the brothers will deal,” I whispered.

 Vi
was at the next door to the right; she opened it, but nothing again. I wasn’t
here on a fuckin’ scenic tour, so I took no notice of what was in the room and
moved on.

 The
fourth door was locked. Violet pulled something out from the back of her jeans
pocket and started working the lock; within seconds, it clicked open. She moved
out of the way. I held the door handle and turned it; I threw it open while I
stepped in with my gun raised.

 A
gasp, a sob, and a frightened squeal was what I heard first.

 I
looked around the darkened room and saw four bodies huddled in the right-hand
corner.

 “Dad?”

 My
eyes closed upon hearing Cody’s voice. I lowered my gun, knowing Vi and Deanna
had my back. I wasn’t sure where Griz was.

 “Told
ya he’d come,” Cody said with pride.

 “Talon,”
Maya cried, as she ran at me; I had enough time to brace as her little body hit
me. I picked her up and hugged her close, gesturing to Cody to come to me.

 “Richard?
Nancy?” Deanna asked.

 “Why,
hey there, Deanna girl,” a man said as he stepped forward into the hallway
light.

 “Oh
my God.” Deanna gasped, tears in her eyes. I studied the man; he was an older
image of Matthew, Zara’s brother.

 “My,
my, it’s so good to see you, Deanna; and in the flesh, instead of on Skype.” A
woman stepped around Richard…fuck, she was an older image of my woman. “And
you're just a hot piece of eye candy.” She smiled, looking up at me.

 Violet
and Deanna chuckled. Griz came running into the room, and in his arms was a
young teenage girl.

 “Found
her in a room. She’s unconscious, but alive.” He laid her on the bed.

 “Have
you seen Zara?” I asked.

 “Oh,
my. No wonder my girl couldn’t resist you with a voice like that.”

 Richard
sighed. “Nance, focus. We saw her earlier, but that was a few hours ago. We
don’t know where she is.”

 Another
gunshot sounded not far from where we were.

 “Fuck,”
I hissed. I put Maya on her feet. “Stay here with your grandparents. Deanna, you
gotta stay here with the girl in case she’s gonna be trouble.”

 “Sure,
boss,” she said, taking out her taser. She was itchin’ to try that out.

 “Keep
‘em safe,” I said to Richard, as I handed him my back-up gun.

 “Oh,
sure, he gets a gun,” Deanna complained.

 Richard
nodded when Nancy piped up about something regardin’ me and grammar. I ignored
it and knelt down to the kids. “It's gonna be good. I’ll find ya momma, baby
girl, and then we can get outta here.”

 “I
know you will.” Maya smiled and patted me on the face.

 “Good
luck, Dad; and kill that fucker,” Cody said.

 “Boy,
language,” I growled, gave them both a peck on their heads, and ran from the
room.

 Another
gun shot, but at least that time, I was able to pinpoint the location. It was
the last fuckin’ door at the end of the hall.

 I
tried the handle. Locked. I didn’t waste time for Violet to pick it; instead, I
kicked it open, with the gun held up, and with Vi and Griz at my back, I
stepped in.

 Fuckin’
motherfucker.

 I
saw my woman on a couch, bleeding.

 Shit,
there was fuckin’ blood everywhere.

 “Who
the hell are you?” David asked.

 As
I stared him down, he backed up, and Violet ran to Zara.

 “Tell
me she’s breathing,” I said.

 “H-honey?”
my woman said, but then starting coughing.

 “Christ,
Talon. We have to get her outta here. She’s got three gunshot wounds, and she’s
been beaten.”

 “You
are not taking her,” David yelled.

 “Back
the fuck up,” I roared. I stalked toward him. “You bloodied my woman, you beat
her, raped her, and fuckin’ shot her. Fuck!”

 Fury.
All I could feel was fury. This fucker did not deserve it quick and painless.

 He
was going to pay.

 He
went to pick up the gun he’d dropped on the desk when we’d bounded into the
room, but I got there first and shot his hand away.

 “Damn
it!” he screamed, holding his hand to his chest.

 “Talon!
We have to go, and now,” Violet screamed.

 “Griz,
take him. Clean this. I’m getting’ my woman outta here.”

 Griz
smiled. “Sure, brother.”

 I
stalked over to the couch. “Jesus, babe,” I whispered.

 “I-I
k-knew you’d come. Kids? Parents?”

 “They’re
safe; now let’s get you safe.” There was no time for an ambo; so as gently as I
could, I picked her up in my arms, but still, she cried out.

 Pain
laced thought my heart.

 “Vi,
clear the way; make sure the kids don’t see.”

 “On
it,” she said, running from the room.

 “H-honey…”

 “Yeah,
kitten?”

 “I-I
don’t know…if this is gonna work. I-if I can—”

 “Shit,
kitten. Don’t. You’re gonna be all right, you’re gonna be good. Fuck, babe. I
know you’re gonna be good ‘cause I love you, and my fuckin’ love for you is
strong enough to keep you that way. So let’s get you fixed yeah?”

 “Y-yeah,
honey. You k-know, I love your alpha-ass too.” She smiled up at me and then
passed out.

As
soon as we reached the hospital, they took her away. They took her from my arms
and told me to stay. The cops were called; still, my brothers got there first.
The waiting room looked like a party at the compound. But instead of havin’ a
good ol’ drunken time, everyone was sober and somber.

 I
sat in a chair with my head in my hands as they worked over my woman. Zara's
parents had the kids at her house, with more of my brothers watchin' them. They
were waiting to hear from me...I just hoped to fuck I had good news to tell
them.

 No. It will be great, fan-fuckin'-tastic news that I'll tell them!

 Griz
was deflecting the cops, tellin’ them what had gone down at the warehouse…well,
our story of it. He told them that Zara had been kidnapped by her crazy ex, and
that when we turned up, David'd taken off. We hadn’t bothered chasin’, ‘cause
we had to get Kitten to the hospital. It was lucky enough that we had a
witness, the young girl Josie, who David had held hostage for the last three
years. When Billy had brought her in, she'd said that she was willin’ to tell
the cops whatever we wanted, and she did. That, at least, brought me more time
to sit and wait for my woman to get fixed. Though the cops said they’d still
need my statement at a later date, as well as—how’d they put it? —
‘MissEdgingway’s if she pulled through.’

 If.

 If
she fuckin’ pulled through.

 That
was when I punched a cop, swingin’ and yellin’ to get the fuck out. Blue had to
pull me off him. The cop told Violet later that he wouldn’t be pressing
charges, that he understood.

 Not
that I gave a fuck.

 By
the time the doctors came out, I had a child in each arm, and Zara’s parents
sitting with me. They decided not to wait at Zara's house after all, and came
in after showering and changing. I couldn't blame them.