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“Fuck!” I mutter, running a hand through my hair in frustration. I turn around to see Anderson Grey staring intently at me through the glass barrier that separates us, his thin lips pulled in the slightest smirk. “Fuck!” I swear again, already lowering myself into the chair I’d just vacated.
I pick up the phone again and place it over my ear, keeping my eyes on the fathomless black ones of Anderson Grey. “Where is Rugal?”
* * *
Six men rush at me at once. Or, at least, I think it’s six. There’s not much time for counting.
Someone grabs my cut from behind, and I send him flying to the ground with a well-aimed punch to the stomach. He falls on his back with a loud grunt. He tries to get up, but I keep him down with a kick to the groin. I swerve to the left just in time to avoid a gut punch. But, unfortunately, his fist connects with my jaw. I grab the guy’s wrist, twisting his arm around his neck. I push him back against the wall and apply pressure to his twisted arm. He cries out in pain and staggers away from me.
I look up to see Bones doing what he knows to do best–breaking bones beyond repairs. A gunshot sound fills the air, and I turn around in time to see Pocus disarm the shooter and knock him out with a targeted hit to the head.
The three of us continue down the semi-dark hallway of the old mental hospital, leaving behind a trail of blood and agonized groans. I was initially skeptical when Pocus asked me to head down to this address in the middle of nowhere. But seeing the number of Rugal’s men that lunged at us from the main entrance, I have to figure Pocus is on point with his intel.
“That’s the last of them?” Pocus asks, referring to the half-dead men behind us.
“I hope not,” Bones replies with a growl. “I still need to dislodge some more bones.”
“We just need to find Hex and get the fuck out of this creepy place,” Pocus says. He stops by a door with an upside-down sign that says ROOM 604. Pocus pushes the door open, and a shrill cry from the person inside greets him.
“Who the fuck keeps a hostage in a mental hospital?”
“For one, it’s the last place anyone looking will check,” Bones says, pushing open the hallway doors while I cover both of them from behind. “Besides, if the blood back at the warehouse is Hex’s, it means he’s injured, and this is the closest to a hospital that Rugal can bring him to, since the place is under his control.”
“I’m sure he’s in one of these endless rooms,” Pocus says, marching down the halls in long, purposeful strides.
“How do you know Hex is being held here in the first place?” I ask Pocus, hoping he doesn’t feel my voice's apprehension.
“Anderson fucking Grey,” Pocus responds irritably. “He swears he isn’t behind Rugal, but he gave me this address.”
Bones throws a quick quizzical glance at Pocus. “What did he want in return?”
“Going forward, the club will help him with some things in exchange for information,” Pocus replies.
Bones grinds to a halt and turns around to face Pocus, his face drawn in astonishment. “You agreed to let the club do his dirty business for him? What were you thinking, Prez?”
“It’s that, or Hex dies,” Pocus replies curtly. “The latter is not a choice, is it?”
“Fucker!” Bones mutters angrily before turning around to resume his way down the hallway. “How’s he helping if he’s the one moving the pieces around the chessboard?”
Pocus pushes open a door, then another. We’ve gone through almost every room in this wing while we’ve been talking.
“The motherfucker is playing with fire, and I think he knows that,” Pocus says quietly.
“More like he’s playing with our MC, and you’re letting him,” Bones says in a frustrated tone.
Bones seems unusually agitated, but I understand his frustration–so does Pocus.
“Let it go, Bones,” Pocus says quietly.
“I’m sorry, Prez,” Bones apologizes after an awkward pause. “I just don’t feel good about dealing with that bastard all over again.”
The guilt of leaving Hex is the worst thing I’ve ever felt. This whole thing is my fault. Pocus wouldn’t have had to make a binding deal with a scumbag like Anderson Grey if I hadn’t put Hex in harm’s way. I have compromised the MC, and as if that wasn’t enough, I didn’t have the decency to be truthful with Pocus when I told him what happened. I said Hex was captured, but left out the part where I ditched my post. It doesn’t matter that a vision migraine attacked me and I felt like I’d drop dead if I didn’t get some meds in me fast enough.
All that matters is that I left Hex for dead.
Pocus suddenly stops walking, holding up his hand above his head. Bones and I freeze in our tracks as Pocus whips out his pistol. He cocks the gun and holds it out in front of him. Then, he moves toward the last room in the corridor, signaling for us to advance slowly. The door is pulled open from the inside, but Pocus quickly removes the gun from the huge tattooed man that comes rushing out. He pushes the man toward Bones, who rams his fist into the poor guy’s abdomen. Then, Pocus signals for me to cover Bones and rushes into the room. I can tell he has to deal with more men from the thud and grunts coming from the room. A stout man comes rushing at me with a wicked-looking knife as I move towards the door. I quickly deal with my opponent, getting control of his wrist and jabbing his knife into his thigh. I look up to see Bones beating the shit out of the other man.
The guy tries to throw a punch, but Bones jerks him forward against his chest and slaps the man across the face before sending him flying against the wall with a kick to the groin. The big guy crawls away from Bones, cradling his dick while whimpering in agony. Bones slowly follows until the guy backs himself up against a wall. He stops in front of the frightened man and pulls his lips up in a humorless smile.
