I head down the hall to where the noise is coming from and then freeze in the doorway.
“What the fuck are they doing?” Rhodie growls from beside me as Tank and Judge make it upstairs and start pissing themselves laughing.
“Are they, are they stuck in the rug?” Tank asks, head tilted.
Rider has some fucker in a picture perfect jiujitsu rear choke hold but somehow they’ve gotten themselves rolled up in the shaggy rug on the floor.
“They look like a fucking tortilla,” Judge muses.
“Just get me the fuck outta here! He keeps pinching me!” Rider huffs out as he tightens his arms around the guy.
Rhodie stomps to where they’ve stopped, having rolled into the foot of Joy’s bed, plants his boot on top of them and kicksout, effectively unrolling them. They flop out in the middle of the room, Rider still stuck to the guy’s back like a limpet.
“Hurry up and choke him out for real so we can load up,” Rhodie backs around before turning to me, Tank and Judge. “How many are we looking for?”
“Willa said she saw three men,” I answer, moving to follow Rhodie.
“Oh, we got a game of hide and seek going on.” Rhodie claps his hands together, rubbing them. He moves to stand on the landing before yelling, “$10 to whoever finds the last motherfucker.”
I look between Rhodie, Tank and Judge. "You're on -”
“Hey! What about me? I’m injured! The fucker bit me twice!” We all turn to look at Rider.
“I’ll give you a tetanus later,” I yell over my shoulder as I barrel out of the room and down the hall, not even trying to be quiet.
Fuck them. They came intoJoy’shouse. We all know what they came here for and now they’ll be answering to Chewy. Pregnant or not there’s no way she’s going to let these guys go without answering a few questions first.
Heading downstairs everyone seems fairly calm. Well, except for the sound of heavy boots clomping around the house and brothers yelling, “Come out, come out wherever you are!”.
“You know, I expected more,” Willa says, shotgun resting on her shoulder, the man she held at gunpoint now hog tied on the ground.
“More what?”
“I don’t know, just more badass.” She shrugs.
“Well, you haven’t met the women yet,” Marx murmurs drily.
There’s some grunting from outside and whooping so I’m guessing the last of these fuckers has been grabbed.
“You owe me $10 fucker,” Fox growls at Rhodie.
“He ran into me, if anything, I stopped him first.” Nitro answers, strolling in behind Fox and the last of the fuckers who were poking around Joy’s house.
Static fills the air along with a tinny voice asking for a status update.
“Fuck,” Marx grumbles, snatching a comms radio from hog tied guy on the floor. “Target secure. Moving to secondary.”
Silence fills the air before static breaks the tension. “Negative. Stand by. Secondary compromised. Hold position."
“Fuck!” Marx growls. “Someone gimme some aluminum foil.” He turns the comms over, cracks open the back and yanks out the battery.
Fox rummages through Joy’s kitchen drawers before coming across aluminum foil, tossing it to Marx who tears off a piece and wraps the square comms device before tossing the battery.
“Do the same with the other two comms, we gotta hustle.” We all stare at Marx. “If they’re telling us to hold position it’s because -”
“They’re sending in backup. Fuck,” Rhodie growls, tossing one of the men over his shoulder and stomping out the door, Tank behind him with another of the men, having already tossed his comms unit to Marx.
“Can we fit these fuckers in Joy’s car?” Judge asks.
