Inside the store, they found Desiree going through the aisles grabbing the essentials that she would have needed to make dinner for a large group of people. She’d even gone through the beer freezer and grabbed Max’s favorite beer for him to have to relax with this evening.
What had Max freezing was the fact she went through the feminine aisle and started looking at pregnancy tests and put one in her basket. He didn’t even flinch when the group turned to look at him.
Was it possible that she was pregnant with his baby right now as they watched this video? They had to find his wife.
“No one was watching her inside the store. I didn’t see anyone looking out of place and she didn’t look like anyone gave her the slightest issue. Let’s check the outside in the parking lot.” Andrea cleared her throat and suggested, patting Max’s upper arm in support.
Twenty minutes later, since they now knew the time frame she was in the store, they found the footage they were lookingfor. When she had come out of the store, she was by her vehicle when someone must have called her name or said something to get her attention.
When she whirled around, she was hit hard in the face and fell to the ground with both Mutt and Daniels laughing and high fiving each other at their accomplishment. Four men growled when they saw the punch connect to her face.
“He’s a dead motherfucker when I find him” Max’s voice went low and cold.
“Fuck doing things official, Jose. We take those assholes down and leave no bones behind to be identified.” Andrea agreed with Max, her own voice going ice cold.
“Why are they targeting her, though” Jose questioned, rubbing his face with his rough calloused hands.
“I think I know why.” Irish big her lower lip as she looked at her phone before looking up at everyone.
“Well, share with the rest of the class, please.” Tiny softly huffed, his patience on a tight rope, not at Iris but the whole situation.
“Andrew “Longshot” Stephens is still alive and he’s here in Fayetteville. He faked his death to join a classified squad with the CIA and wound up going rogue six months ago. He’s suspected of killing his wife and daughter about a year ago.”
Chapter
Thirty-Eight
Desiree spit the blood out of her mouth as Daniels punched her in the face. He hit like a bitch and didn’t like it when she told him so.
“It’s sad this is the only way that you boys can get a girl. A real woman wouldn’t put up with your shit, so you have to resort to this crap.”
“Still talking your shit, aren’t you?” Stephens clapped his hands as he laughed from where he had been leaning up against the wall. “I have to admit, most men I have met through the years couldn’t handle the shit these two have thrown at you.”
“Please! If you’ve used these two as the ones dishing out the punishment, then those men were probably pussy bitches like these two are. They have soft hands and their stances are shit to lack any power behind their punches. A fucking third grader could have kicked their asses.” Desiree spit more blood at Daniels’s feet.
“Cunt!” Mutt huffed as he punched her in the face again.
“Take these restraints off me and have a real fight. I guarantee you’re going to be the cunt in that fight.” Desiree challenged the men.
“Now that would be interesting.” Stephens chuckled, as he walked towards where Desiree was restrained. “Good thing we have plenty of room for a pure brawl. Daniels, you’re now Delta Force. You get to take this nice piece of ass for the first round. Beat her and you get to fuck that nice juicy ass first.”
“I win?” Desiree asked, shaking out her arms to get feeling back into them.
“Then Daniels doesn’t get to go first. You’ll face Mutt. He loses, then you’ll face me. Which, thanks to the CIA, I won’t lose. But I’ll be nice and say on the rare off chance that you do beat all three of us, you can walk out of here and we disappear into the wind, never to darken your doorstep again.”
Desiree knew he was lying. There was no way she was walking out of here alive.
She had to end them, or at last hold on long enough for her group to find her. She knew Max was losing his shit right now.
Desiree shrugged and got into her fighting stance and smirked over at Daniels. Time to have a little fun.
She let Daniels get in two good swings before she decided it was time to get serious. She had two more assholes to take out.
Daniels swung wide, aiming for her face. She stepped backwards so that his swing would miss her and then stepped in with a hard uppercut to his ribs as she pushed him away from her.
“You bitch!”
“Aw, did that hurt? Pussy.”
