It’s another ten minutes before the ladies arrive back. Spider comes up to me. “Tank, we can’t wait, we need to find her. We can’t leave her to die. I know Prez, he’s going to take his time to plan it out and it will be another hour before we leave. I know if it was Winnie, he wouldn’t wait for an hour, he would be off on his bike and it would be our choice to follow him or not.”
“You’re right, I need to move or I’m going to lose my shit and if I do that then I might as well say goodbye to the Rebel Hearts.” My heart is racing and I can’t stay still. I’m pacing up and down and I know Spider feels the same.
“Tank, you know what we've got to do.” Spider grabs my shoulder, to stop me from pacing.
I turn to look at him. “Once a Rebel, always a Rebel.”
He smiles, “Absolutely.”
The phone line is still open and Lyssa is talking. I can hear that he is going to kill her, he has a gun to her head. She’s giving us clues to where she is. This woman is my life. She knows that we are coming to save her and hopefully she stalls him enough so that she’s not already dead when we get there.
That’s our decision made. We turn on our heels and leave the clubhouse. Getting on our bikes, we roll out.
Twenty minuteslater we are on the outskirts of town, checking all the old warehouses that are derelict and run down. This area is known for the homeless vagrants who live here. We drive around the warehouses and look for the truck that she was thrown into. After checking five warehouses, we drive further into the area. We see a truck and a car, so we slow down, stop and turn the engines off.
“Spider, I think this is the place. We need to plan what we’re going to do. I think we should go in at different entrances, try to catch them out.” I take out my gun, make sure my knife is on me, and turn to Spider. He’s doing the same.
“I’m going to send Prez a location so they can come back us up. I know he’s going to be pissed off, but he would do the same.” I text him our location and I receive a text back immediately.
PREZ:
What the fuck? I told you both to wait. You could ruin it by being hare-brained and not planning.
TANK:
We did what needed to be done, Prez. You’d have done the same and you know it.
PREZ:
We will talk about it when we bring Lyssa home.
I put my phone in my pocket. “Spider, let’s go. They’ll be on their way shortly.”
We move toward the warehouse, keeping a lookout for any men surrounding the building. But, strangely, there aren’t any.
“You go that way, and I’ll go this way.” I point to my right. “When we get to the entrance, we’ll need to assess the situation. We need to be sure we can take them down or Lyssa’s life could be ended, and that is not our goal here.
“This could be a problem with Prez, particularly after the other night, but I can’t let my sister just die.” Spider is emotional and I need him to think straight.
“Spider, we’ve got this, Lyssa is coming home with us today.” I have to believe it. If I don’t then we’ve no chance of rescuing her.
“Okay, let’s do this, Tank.”
“Once a rebel, always a rebel.” Spider looks at me. We hug, knowing that what happens next is so important we don’t want to mess it up.
I go my way and he goes his. I keep close to the wall, ducked down under any windows I come across. I can see the entrance, but I look through the window to see what’s happening inside.
I can see two guys standing behind Lyssa, who is kneeling on the ground, tied up. The rage inside me is going to spur me on to finish both of them. There’s a guy standing in front of her with his gun against her temple. What the fuck?
Visions of the night we burst into her apartment cross my mind. This is all a mind fuck. She survived it once she can survive it again, right. She’s talking to him, trying to prolong her life. She believes we are coming for her, and she’s right.
I move to the door and assess, who can I shoot first and how is that going to affect the guy holding his gun at Lyssa? Will he shoot her straight away? We need to shoot him, but I know Prezwould want us to take him back to the clubhouse, I’m just not sure I can do that as he’s threatening Lyssa’s life.
Before I can even think about who I shoot first, I hear a gunshot. Fuck. I rush into the warehouse and see Lyssa on the ground, laid there. I rush toward her, that’s when I see the guy on the ground. I see Spider coming in from the other entrance and he shoots the two guys who brought her here.
I slide on the ground to grab Lyssa and pull her to me. I check her over. She’s not been shot. Thank God. I relax and kiss her face.
She opens her eyes. “Am I dead?”
