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What if the Bratva and the Bachelors band together to fight against Defiance, and this is their first stand?
What if we’re walking into a trap?
I honestly don’t care. Even if I have to fight through all the Bratva and all those fucking Bachelors to get to Maxxy myself, I will do it.
Because she issofucking worth it.
We’ve been riding for almost an hour, all the way to Baton Rouge, and Raid sends another ping, leading us out to a pasture, followed by a message.
Raid:Her cell signal just cut out. This was the last place the ping came from. You’re almost there. Keep going!
My stomach rolls. If her cell dropped, it means either they found her phone and destroyed it. Or it means something very, very bad has happened. My breathing quickens as I take in the ping and follow it as we cautiously ride, watching it come closer. I pull down into a gated area to see a building coming up on our left. I signal to Hurricane, and he rides up in front, taking the lead.
A set of fresh tire tracks grabs my attention, and I gesture to Hurricane. He nods, leading us down toward a rickety door of the building.
We jump off our rides, the pebbles dig into my bare feet as Jesse hops out of the van, and we draw our guns.
Hurricane signals to Jesse. “Stay here and guard,” he whispers to Jesse, and he nods, hanging back as the six of us head for the door of the building.
We line up, three on either side, and Omen slowly places his hand on the handle, then gently pulls it back. We stand out of the way in case the door is booby-trapped. But nothing flies out at us, and no guards shoot or make any attempt to stop us, so I don’t hesitate. I take off inside the building, the concrete floor covered in powdered debris. I have no clue what from. It feels like they have been doing construction in here or something as it grates underfoot, but the pounding of the guy’s boots isn’t too far behind me.
“Maxxy!” I yell, trying to make her call out as I pass what looks like an old-style dentist’s chair. I don’t miss the blood stains all over the floor beneath it.
My stomach churns as I keep running, trying to find her. “Maxxy!” I yell again.
The other guys search through the rooms, and I can vaguely hear water splashing.
“Guys, through here,” I call out, and they follow me as we pass through to the next room to see what looks like something Houdini would try a magic trick in. It’s a see-through rectangular container full of water, and struggling at the bottom with chains wrapped around her is Maxxy.
“Fuck!” I call out, throwing my gun to the ground. I grab the nearest thing I can find, which is a chair, and I slide it up to the stupid fucking death trap.
“Hang on, baby, hang on!” I climb up the side, trying to jump over the top, but it’s still too tall. I can’t get over the edge.
“Fuck! Maxxy!” I slam my fist on the edge of the Plexiglass, my heart beating so fucking fast I can’t even think.
Omen rushes up beside me with a ladder. “I got you, brother.” He slaps my back, and I jump onto it without hesitation as Maxxy closes her eyes and stops struggling like she’s passed out. I reach the top of the container and jump in head first. The water is frigid, sucking the oxygen from my lungs. But I swim to the bottom, wrap my arms around Maxxy and try to lift. She’s heavy as fuck with these damn chains wrapped around her. I can’t lift her with them on because they’re wrapped around her body. My breath is fading, so I do the only thing I can think of, and Maxxy might kill me for this later, but if it’s going to save her life, then Ihaveto do it.
I move in—and it’s so fucking hard to do underwater and in this freezing fucking temperature, all while quickly running out of oxygen—and grab her left shoulder and yank it out of alignment. I feel the pop, her shoulder sinking in enough to loosen the chains around her, and I yank them up over her head. I throw them over my shoulder, and they sink to the floor. Then I wrap my arms around her and swim us up to the surface. The air smacks my face as I breach, and I take a huge lungful of air as Omen and Grit reach in and grab Maxxy, dragging her out of the water. I take a second to catch my breath before Omen returns, taking my hand and hoisting me out of the tank.
I am weak as fuck, but I make my way down the ladder.
Hurricane’s working on Maxxy.
There’s a deep wound on her leg, almost like someone has cut something out of her thigh, and her stomach has been slashed to pieces, but the fact she’s pale white, her lips blue, and she’s not breathing is what’s getting to me right now.
Panic overwhelms me as I shove Hurricane to the side and start CPR. I pump down on her chest for thirty, still completely out of breath, but I use all my energy to bring my woman back to me. Then I lean down, pressing my lips to hers, and blow two breaths. “C’mon, kitten,c’mooon!” I growl at her, slamming harder on her chest with my compressions. “Wake the fuck up, Maxxy, or I swear to God.”
Still… nothing.
Sweat trickles down my temple as I continue to work on her—for what seems like ages. Her body is unmoving. A hand squeezes my shoulder, but I shrug it off. “No! She’s coming back.She has to.”
“I’m sorry, brother,” City states gripping my shoulder again, and I shake my head, continuing to pump.
“Hoodoo, brother,” Bayou urges.
I let out a frustrated groan, my body weakening as I pant and puff. “Fuuuck!” I scream, the emotion overwhelming me as I fall back on my knees. I stop compressions, trying to catch my breath and scrub at my face, tears welling in my eyes. “Dammit, Maxxy.” I swipe under my nose as I stare at her, then wipe away the tear sliding down my cheek. “This is my fault. She left the clubhouse because of me,” I whisper to no one in particular, picking up Maxxy and cradling her body to my bare chest. I stroke her wet hair, needing to feel her close to me.
Hurricane clears the emotion from his throat. “We’ll get whoever did this to her, brother. We’ll get them.”
