The third person, a female, must be Dahlyla. “Jesus. Just take care of it. I want to see the end of the fucking movie.”
A door slams, Lucky disappears, and seconds later his voice sounds in my ear. “One down, two to go.”
“Barnes? You out there?” If the thug is smart, he’ll be more cautious than the first.
The backdoor bangs again, a silenced weapon fires, and then, nothing.
“Lucky? Report?”
Shit. I turn to Sam. “Don’t move, I’ll be right back.”
I wait for her nod and run like hell, hoping I won’t find Lucky dead.
Dahlyla screams out the back door. “Jesus H Christ? Do I have to do everything myself?”
When I round the corner, my heart starts beating more normal because Lucky’s got things under control. One biker rests at his feet but, dammit, where’s the other?
“Freeze.” Sam’s shout sends goosebumps down my spine and I race back to the front of the log structure.
Arms straight, legs slightly bent, she points her weapon at a guy about to lose his shit. Holy God have mercy, my cock twitches. That there is one sexy sight.
“Move an inch and die.” She raises a brow as I step with caution, my pistol now out and pointed.
“Y’all better listen to her. She’s not a great shot. She might aim for your chest and shoot you in the balls.”
Pursing her lips, she lowers her gun’s barrel. “If I did, it’d be on purpose.”
“Don’t shoot. I’m just going to set this down real slow.” The tatted man squats and drops his weapon.
“On your knees, hands behind your head.” My amazing gal motions me forward with a nod.
After I bind the jerk, I remember Slate’s still waiting and say for his benefit, “All clear.”
“Well done.”
Sam beams at our boss’s rare praise and follows me as I push her sulking prisoner back into the living room.
The generator starts up, the lights and TV flicker on, then Lucky appears with Dahlyla.
“Look what the cat dragged in. Sorry, she’s a tad miffed.” He grins even more when the dark-skinned woman sneers.
“You’re in such deep shit, all of you. I want my lawyer.” She juts out her chin like we care.
“Isn’t that cute. She thinks we’re Feddies.” My buddy binds her while I keep my weapon aimed.
A not amused Sam approaches the prisoner. “You kidnapped the wrong woman, bitch. Do you know who I am? Sam Russo. And he’s Suds. Together, we’re Suds and Sam, private eyes. We got no problem burying you somewhere in the forest and leaving you there.”
“You wouldn’t dare.” The woman has enough smarts to pale but she needs the fear of God put in her.
“Honey, y’all found the perfect place, totally off the grid. Maybe we’ll just handcuff you here and go.”
My fiancé raises an eyebrow. I bet she’s wondering if I’m serious but the SEAL beside her knows better. He’s seen me at my worst. I don’t reckon I care. Folks who go around selling young women and making them into prostitutes should suffer before meeting their maker.
“Give me one reason why I shouldn’t shoot you?” I finger my pistol, every once in a while pointing the barrel in her direction.
Her eyes go wide. “What do you want? Money? I got plenty.”
“Shit.” I load my weapon and look at my co-conspirators. “Why don’t you two wait outside? Take him, too.” I flash my gaze to the sullen man on the floor.
