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Trinity rolled her eyes. She knew Irish was a Daddy too, but he could be over the top. “Irish, I’m an adult. In here, always. You can say he had stomach issues.”
“He did. I don’t know if there is a stomach bug going around or what but several of the men have fallen ill.”
“Weird, I just spoke to Lucky about fifteen minutes ago. He didn’t mention it.”
“He might not have known yet. It came on very suddenly. I’ll go hang out over in the chair in the corner. Let me know if you need anything.” Irish pushed the barstool back and sauntered over to the oversized chair that Trinity had brought in just for her Watchmen bodyguards. They looked incredibly out of place in the other furniture, and she was worried their frames might break the delicate seating she had.
Less than an hour later, Irish approached Trinity, his face pale, beads of sweat across his forehead. “I’m going to the bathroom. I already called in reinforcements. Do not leave the store,” he ordered.
“Oh no! Not you too,” Trinity said. “I’ll make you some hot tea with lemon.”
“Can’t wait—” Irish said, heading toward the shop restroom. “Don’t leave the shop.”
Trinity shook her head, wondering what stomach bug it could be that the men had. Maybe food poisoning? She dropped a chamomile tea bag into a mug and poured steaming hot water over it. Knowing ginger was good for nausea, she went into the back to grab some. Her eyes landed on the overfilled garbage can on her way.
Damn. That was not a good look. The men had been taking the trash out to the back dumpster ever since Lucky put them on bodyguard duty. With Slash rushing out sick and Irish coming down with the same symptoms, the trash had been ignored.
She debated for a second on whether or not she should step outside the backdoor and drop it into the dumpster. It was only a few feet away. She’d be back before Irish was done in the bathroom. Grabbing the large back bag from the can, she carried it out the back door. As Trinity stepped out into the cool morning air, her senses on high alert, she couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled in the pit of her stomach. The once familiar alley behind Day & Night seemed eerily quiet, the usual bustle of activity replaced by an ominous silence.
With a wary glance around, Trinity made her way toward the dumpster, her footsteps echoing in the stillness. But before she could reach her destination, a sudden movement caught her eye.
Instinct kicked in, adrenaline coursing through her veins as she spun around. But before she could react, a group of maskedfigures emerged from the shadows, their movements swift and coordinated.
Trinity's heart pounded in her chest as she braced herself for the inevitable confrontation. She knew she was outnumbered, but she refused to go down without a fight. All the lessons Lucky had given her came flooding back.
With a fierce battle cry, she launched herself at her assailants, her fists flying with deadly precision. She struck out with all the skill and ferocity of a trained fighter, her movements fluid and relentless. But despite her best efforts, the sheer numbers of her attackers overwhelmed her. They fought like wolves, relentless and merciless, their blows raining down on her from all sides.
Trinity fought with every ounce of strength and determination she possessed, but in the end, it wasn't enough. She screamed out, “Siri, call Lucky!” She heard the phone respond in the pocket of her apron.
“Please... they’ve taken me,” she gasped, her breaths short and panicked. “Behind the shop…Hurry!”
With a swift and brutal blow to the head, she crumpled to the ground, her vision swimming as darkness closed in around her. As consciousness slipped away, Trinity knew she had failed. She had fought with everything she had, but in the end, she had been outmatched. And now, as she was dragged away, she could only hope that help would come before it was too late.
CHAPTER 12
LUCKY
The pulsing red glow of the emergency light bathed Lucky’s weathered features in an ominous hue as he answered his phone. They’d stopped their ride at the rest stop, several of the men suddenly falling ill. Trinity’s voice crackled through the static, each word laced with fear and urgency—a siren’s call that sliced through his soul
“Please... they’ve taken me,” she yelled, her breaths short and panicked. “Behind the shop…Hurry!”
“Trinity! Trinity!” he cried into the phone but the connection was severed like a lifeline cut adrift, leaving only a haunting silence in its wake. Lucky’s jaw clenched and every sinew in his body coiled tight with purpose.
“Trinity’s in trouble,” he thundered to the men who’d heard him yelling on the phone and rushed over. “Savage, you’re on point with me. We need eyes everywhere.” His finger jabbed in the direction of his sergeant in arms, the silent nod in return affirming.
“Rampage, you’re our shadow. I want those bastards blindsided before they sense a whisper of retribution.” The road captain cracked his knuckles, a ghost of a smirk hinting at thedark satisfaction to come. He’d earned his nickname in the military.
“Mad Dog and Bull, ride ahead and blockade their exits. Call in reinforcements from Valhalla. No one gets out unless it's through us.” The two burly men exchanged a glance, their nods synchronized. They’d been working surveillance for the last month knowing Hell Speed had taken up residence in an abandoned factory ten miles outside of town.
“Time is a luxury we don't have, brothers.” Lucky's gaze swept across The Watchmen, igniting a fire within their chests. “Precision. Speed. We have to get Trinity back in one piece.” They nodded and exchanged knowing glances; each one had ridden out to save Hunter’s girl. They knew what these assholes were capable of.
“Let's ride,” Lucky commanded. “Trinity,” Lucky whispered into the wind, a solemn vow to the night. “Hold on, Little Rabbit. Daddy's coming.”
TRINITY
Trinity's consciousness fluttered back like a timid bird in the cavernous shadows of her mind. Her eyelids fluttered open to a world painted in shades of gray, the scant light filtering through unseen cracks above barely enough to cast a glow on the stark walls that enclosed her. Panic clawed at her chest, a wild thing desperate for escape, as the cold truth settled heavily upon her. She had been kidnapped.
Her breath hitched, a symphony of fear played out in quick, sharp notes that echoed off the oppressive silence surrounding her. She shifted, the motion sending a ripple of dread down herspine when she felt the unyielding bite of rope against her skin. Her hands were bound tightly behind her, the coarse strands unforgiving as they embraced her wrists in an unwanted caress.
