From the window he watched the front door open, and Rick walked out. His dick twitched, reminding him of what he was missing out on today. Rick Jones, with that easy loping stride, well-defined muscles, and the boy next door look, hit every single item on the list of what fired his blood. When Rick was in a room, people gravitated toward him. His easy laugh put people… well… at ease, without even trying. Toss in the fact that he didn’t appear to know how stunning he was, and he drew people like moths to a flame.
“Yeah, he’s a sexy fuck.” Saxon considered his options for the day. Maybe he would have a shower, jack off, then see if there was someone he knew at the Navy Base who would go for a few beers. He watched Rick’s loose-limbed gait as he turned left and walked down the street. It would have been much more fun if they had gotten to finish what they had started.
Turning away from the window, Saxon spun back to look out again when the sound of screeching brakes and shouting filtered up to his third-floor room, “Fuck.” He could do nothing but watch in horror as men spilled out of a white panel van. The first distinctive pop of gunfire got his ass moving. He banged on the glass, “No!” But it was useless. Rick dropped to the ground. Fuck, was he hit? The men grabbed him, covered his head with a hood, and pulled him into the van before it sped off down the street and straight through the red light at the junction.
Running for his cell, Saxon fumbled with the unlock slider, but finally managed to get his big fingers to hit speed dial one on the screen.Clothes, I need clothes.If he wanted to get after that van, getting arrested for indecent exposure would slow him down.
“TOC, Go.”
“Max, it’s me. Get the street cameras outside my hotel and follow the white van. Some dudes just kidnapped a guy off the street.”
“Come again.”
“Do it the fuck now.” Scrambling to get into his clothes, he knew the panic he was feeling was in his voice. He could hear it himself. Bah, even with years of military experience behind him, seeing Rick get taken… it shook him… more than he ever would admit, even to himself.
“Explain.”
“Fucking do it, STAT.”
“But…”
“Mountain.” Saxon didn’t give a shit that he was yelling at Max as he gave the team code for TARFU, Things Are Really Fucked Up, and I need you to fucking listen, and do what I ask. “Fucking Mountain. They’ve taken him. I need that intel now.”
Max switched gears immediately,“Pulling up street cams now.”The sound of keyboard keys clicking finally sounded in the background.“What am I looking for?”
“Three minutes ago,” Saxon hit speaker on the cell and dropped it on the bed, he needed his hands free to get dressed. He shoved his foot into a boot and knelt on the floor to reach under the bed for the other one. “White van, a hit team firing shots, taking a white male, dark hair, blue shirt, black jeans.”
“Got it.”Max responded. Through the phone, the sounds of his keyboard still could be heard, the man couldn’t type softly to save his life. Max hammered on the keys with each touch as if harder made it do what he wanted faster. Based on past experience, he was probably trying to get a screengrab of Rick’s face to run it through his software.“Fuck, who is that dude? Is he one of ours?”
Hell yes, he’s American, probably military, but I can’t tell you that for sure, because I don’t fucking know.“He’s mine.”Shit, shit.“He’s a friend… um… he’s…” Fuck, how did he explain it; they were friends, but it was more than that too. They didn’t have time for explanations. Argh, never mindthey, Rick, didn’t have time for explanations. “Just help me find him and get him back.”
The sharp inhale of breath told him that Max understood. Finally, maybe now he’d fucking get his ass in gear and do what he asked him to do.
“Got it.”In the background, the blaring of an alarm told him Max had hit the FUBAR, Fucked Up Beyond All Recognition, button on his desk.“Team will be on route in under ten.”
“Find me that van.” Saxon armed up with the limited weapons he had brought with him. Why the hell was he not prepared for this shit? He knew better than to leave his home base without an armory in the freaking truck. Now look at him, his ass swinging in the breeze and Rick’s rescue relying on Saxon’s two handguns and a single knife.Idiot. Never again will I leave the house without an assault rifle.
“You are not to do anything until the guys get there.”
“That will take hours. Not fucking happening.” No way was he waiting for Red Squadron to make it from their home base on Isola Della Maddalena to Naples.
“You will not go after him alone. We do not have permission to operate on Italian soil.”Max told him,“It breaches every NATO agreement we have.”
“I’m looking for him with our without your help, Max.” Saxon didn’t give a shit that his voice sounded strangled. Why the hell was Max not getting it? Was he speaking a foreign language? “Would you wait if it was Noble?” He grabbed his keys and left the room, allowing the door to bang shut behind him.
Max paused as if considering the options. He could obviously hear that Saxon wasn’t going to wait. He also was probably considering what he would do if it was his man, their boss, Noble, who had been taken. After what felt like an hour, but was probably only a couple of heartbeats, he blew out an audible breath.“Okay, okay. I’ll follow that van on street cams, you get your ass to your truck.”
“Already moving.” Saxon raced down the stairs, pushed through the doors, and headed for the lobby. Whoever the fuck had Rick better have their affairs in order. Because he would find them. He would take Rick back and if he had to burn Naples to the ground while he did it… yeah, if it had to happen… so be it.
* * *
The last placeRick had expected to be was right here, wherever the hell here was. He should have never left Saxon’s bed. What a stupid fucking move! Even as he cursed himself for doing it, in reality, he knew the second he got the call that he was leaving. He followed orders. If leave was pulled, then leave was pulled.
He stared across the desk at the head honcho of the assholes who had taken him. His team had to know he was missing at this stage. They were meant to pick him up down the street from the hotel. When he didn’t show, they’d look for him. Of that, he had little doubt. His team were tight, and even if he made them batshit, they would still come after his ass. Bitching and grumping about it the whole time they searched for him.
“Nobody is looking for you.”
The fuck you say?
