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“That he has.”
I chance a glance around the corner and take in the men talking. Something about them looks familiar, but I can’t put my finger on it.
“When do you think we can get our hands on her?”
“Sent Davie the other night to grab her, but those motorcycle bastards that bought the strip club intervened. We’ll have her soon enough, though. I’ve got men out looking for her.”
Yep, seems they’re talking about me, and that’s not a good thing. It makes me wonder how the hell they got some of my hair. Could one of the strippers have helped them? The old owner of the club?
I don’t even think about the possibility that someone from the Devil’s Riot MC is helping them. They wouldn’t. I’m sure of it. I made sure when I was helping them, without them knowing, that all of the rats were taken care of. No one else in that club would go against them.
Pulling back to the shadows, I listen further and wait. I can’t go deeper into the building, not yet. I’ve got to wait until they’re out of my way.
Brass set me on a time limit, and this is a setback.
Silently taking a breath, I step deeper into the shadows and pull out my phone. I’m going to have to let them know. Otherwise, they’ll come barging in here, and that’s the last thing we need.
Then again. . . it would make for a great distraction.
Finding Brass’s number, he installed into my phone as the top number, I pull up a message thread.
Me:Change of plans. You guys come through the front. Two guards on the inside.
No sooner I hit send and start to put the phone back in my pocket, it vibrates.
Brass:Where are you inside?
So damn demanding and bossy. Even through text. I can hear his voice in my head, growling the question. I would almost think with the way he sounds when pissed that he was part animal.
Me:Close to the middle. I need a distraction in order to get to where I need to go.
Brass:Trapped?
I roll my eyes and answer.
Me:No, not trapped. Just two men talking about things that they shouldn’t be, and I can’t get past them without them seeing me. They have where they’re standing well-lit, and I don’t want them to see me.
I hit send, take a heavy breath, and give him the rest.
Me:They see me; I’m screwed because they want me for their boss.
I send the message and wait for him to reply, but there’s no response. At least not by text. Instead, I hear gun shots and yelling coming from another section of the building.
Well, there’s my answer.
Brass and the club aren’t playing around, either.
Glancing around, I look for the corner from the shadows and watch as the two men who’d been talking take off in the direction of the loud noise.
I dart out and make my way deeper into the building, finding what I’m looking for. I’m surprised at how many women and children they have in cages. Not cells, but actual cages like you would put a wild animal in. Several women and children. Even a couple of men. All of them held and waiting for their fates.
One of the men sees me and shouts, “Help us.”
I don’t answer him and get to work on opening the cages. I look to three women in the first one I get to and whisper, “Stay quiet for me, I’ve got to unlock these others, and then I’ll get you all out of here, okay?”
None of them answer verbally, but they nod slowly. As if not wanting to trust me but having no choice otherwise. I keep an eye out while unlocking the remaining cages saying the same thing to each group inside. By the time I finish opening cages, I start to grow nervous. The sounds of gunshots have stopped, and the shouting has ceased.
Turning to the group, I scan over them, assessing them for possible injuries or anything else that could set us back in getting the hell out of this place. Seeing several of the women were beaten and battered pretty good, I inwardly cringe because there’s no way I’m about to show emotion now.
