“Dude, it’s fine, we’ll flip for it.”
Stoner nodded and went back to playing on his phone before we even got out of the office. As soon as we were far enough away from the door and he he couldn’t see us anymore, we straightened up and returned to the car. One other advantage of taking a private plane was that we could take our weapons with us. I preferred knives, and Os loved his matching pearl-handled revolvers. I didn’t know the story about them, but I knew there was one.
Climbing back into the car, we each reached into the back seat and got our weapons of choice for the night. While we got suited up, we discussed the plan.
“So they’re on the top floor. We should go in hard, I think. In a place like this, no one’s gonna call the cops. They’ll mind their own business.”
I slid my favorite knife from the sheath in my belt, pricking the edge with my finger, drawing a little bit of blood in the process. The pain made my body sing, the adrenaline starting to pump in anticipation of the blood to come.
“Yeah, I think so. I don’t see a light on in the window. Let’s watch for a few minutes for movement, then move in. It’s closing in on one in the morning. Hopefully, they’re asleep, and we can take them by surprise.”
He agreed, so we both settled back into our seats, watching and waiting. It wouldn’t be much longer. For their sake, Worthy better be in the same condition he’d been in when they took him.
After what seemed like an hour, but was really only fifteen minutes, we silently nodded to each other and exited the SUV. Moving silently in unison up the stairs, stepping lightly on the stairs in our steel-toed boots, we stopped in front of room 201. Flanking the door, we put our backs to the wall one on either side. I turned to the side and tried to see into the picture window, but the drapes were closed tight. No sight line was a problem since we didn’t know who or what we were working with, but I knew there were two of them. If we could maintain the element of surprise, we should be good.
Letting Os know with a half shake of the head that I had no view, he pursed his lips but gave a slight nod of understanding. Lifting my hand, I indicated one, two, and then three fingers. Our signal set, he stepped away from the wall and got ready to breach the door.
My blood was pumping, heart racing in anticipation. In a few minutes, I’d have my Worthy back. God help these assholes if they’d harmed one hair on his head.
On my signal, we each took a step back and busted through the cheap lock on the door. I flipped the light switch on and clocked the people in the room. Two men were naked in the bed, one blond and skinny, the other thicker build and dark. They were both trying to jump up at the same time, covers flying every which way. They were on the move. They were, that is, until they noticed the guns pointed in their direction. They froze in place, dicks swinging in the breeze. That was when the begging started.
Os dealt with the sobbing, limp dicks, pleading for mercy because I only had one thing on my mind. Where was Worthy?
