Striker’s fingers move again, fast and sure. An address pops onto the screen. “They live about forty minutes from here in a gated property. All the houses in her community have security systems. But I can hack it if you want me to?”
Jasper speaks before I can get the words out. “Hell yeah. Of course we do. We need to gear up and chase down this lead.”
We all turn towards the door, and Striker scrambles after us with his laptop in tow. He stops to grab some things and runs to catch back up. I can’t wait to bust up in that house and beat some damn information out of these rich assholes. I cannot stand the thought of them hurting the woman I love.
Chapter 28
Onyx
We’re ten strong and armed to the teeth when we park far enough away from the sister’s house so that the bikes won’t be seen or heard and we wait. I look at it through binoculars, trying to get a feel for the layout. Unless I miss my guess, the property sits on about five acres, surrounded by a dozen or so other similar houses. It’s posh, and like Striker said, the community is gated. The house looks quiet. There’s not much activity coming from the neighboring properties either. This is good news for us today.
The best time to breach would be at night, but no one’s even considering leaving my old lady at the mercy of these assholes for several more hours.
Striker crouches beside me behind a hedge, with his laptop balanced on his knee. Jasper and Mica fan out without being told to do recon. Slate’s not here, as he’s at the hospital with Christina. She and the baby are okay, but they’re keeping her in as a precaution. My club brothers do what they can to stay out of sight. Jinx and Flint are keeping watch around the back of the property in case anyone leaves that way. At this point, the plan is simple. Find Emily and get her the fuck out. Nothing else matters.
Striker lifts his head and meets my eyes. “Give me thirty seconds. I figured out what kind of security system this place uses. I just need to create a patch to disrupt it.”
“Thanks bro. I owe you.”
He smiles as his fingers bang against the keyboard. This man is a fuckin’ credit to the human race, not to mention our club.
It used to be that we had to jack directly into the security system at the source, but nowadays it’s all done remotely. I bring my binoculars to my eyes again and watch as, one by one, all the small green lights along the perimeter cameras blink out.
“The alarm’s dead along the main fence,” he says quietly. “The backup won’t trigger for another six minutes.”
That’s our cue to move our asses. Striker stays behind to deactivate the security so we can get out again.
The fence is tall but decorative. I think fences like this are more about being impressive. Lots of people really care about status, rich, prideful people most of all. I eagerly scramble over first. I’m silent and drop down on the other side smoothly. Jasper is next. Then Mica, and the others.
We make our way to the house two at a time, being as casual as possible.
I double-check to make sure their home security isn’t on and I’m not surprised to find it isn’t. A lot of people only set theirs at night. Getting in only takes a moment or two.
I stand and listen. There’s voices coming from further along the corridor and it sounds like they’re arguing. I move closer, my brothers flanking me.
A female voice says, “I am sick and tired of arguing about this with you, babe. You’re either in or you’re out. What’s it going to be?”
“Look dear. Why does it have to be black and white? I can be on your side without wanting to kill anyone else to cover up for your brother’s indiscretions.”
The woman’s voice turns sugar sweet. “Why don’t you stop arguing with me, take care of the loose end in the basement, and then we can discuss how we’ll proceed, moving forward.”
It sounds like they’re having a fucking business meeting, not planning on killing and disposing of my woman. I stalk into the room, startling both of them. “You might wanna rethink that plan.”
The man looks like he’s about to piss himself, but despite his fear he runs for a nearby desk drawer. I close the distance between us and slap his ass down onto the floor.
“Hands,” I demand. And when he does as I order I zip-tie them together. Then I give him a swift kick in the balls for good measure before turning to the woman. She’s clearly the mastermind, but right now she’s staring down the barrel of Mica’s gun.
Her face is scared shitless. She opens her mouth but closes it again when no words come out.
“Keep an eye on him. I think my old lady is being held in the basement.”
Walking over, I grab the woman who was trying to convince her fiancé to kill my Emily by the back of the neck and growl, “Take me to Emily. If you try anything at all or if she’s hurt, I’m gonna snap your fucking scrawny neck like a twig.”
“There’s no one here but us, I swear.”
I give her neck a little squeeze and pull her ear close to my mouth. “You wanna rethink that? What about that loose end in the basement? I know my old lady’s here. How much do you wanna bet I find a black SUV with front-end damage locked away in your garage?”
“I can’t breathe,” she gasps.
