The field became silent as everyone waited to hear what Frankie would say. Looking around at all the Warriors and Dark Guardians, his gaze finally went back to Sloan. “Yes, I trust you,” Frankie said, then squared his shoulders. “But I’m going with you.”
“That’s not going to happen.” Sloan shook his head. “Becky would have both of our asses if something happened to you, and my focus has to be on your mother. Do you understand that?”
Frankie looked like he was getting ready to argue, but Rafe stepped in. “Listen, kid, Sloan is the biggest badass I know. If anyone can get your mom back, it’s him. But if he has to watchout for you, that lessens her chances.” Rafe nodded toward the SUV. “Help Marcus out. He’ll probably even let you take some of your anger out on the asshole we have in the back.”
“Yeah.” Frankie finally nodded, then started toward the SUV, but Sloan stopped him.
“You did good, Frankie,” Sloan said, then clapped him on the back. Watching Frankie walk away, Sloan’s calm exterior shattered.
"Steve, stay with him," Sloan ordered, his eyes still on Frankie. "Don't let him follow."
"Yes, sir," Steve said, then turned, catching up to Frankie. "Come on, man, let's go take a few swings on this asshole. We got Sloan's permission."
Hearing running, he turned to see Adam coming from the direction Frankie said they had taken Becky. “I got it!” Adam called, stopping in front of Sloan. “And I found her phone.”
“It’s go time,” Rafe said, then glanced at Sloan. “I got your back, my friend.”
Sloan listened while Adam gave a detailed description of where they had taken Becky. He didn’t have to say anything to his men or the Dark Guardians. They knew their jobs and what to do, they had done it thousands of times before. But this time was different for Sloan. Becky was between them and the evil that had her.
Once Adam was done, Sloan took a step forward. “You know what needs to be done so there is no need for me to tell you.” Sloan said loud enough for everyone to hear. “Kill anything thatmoves, but I want the half-breed that has taken my mate. Is that understood?”
Every single one of them thumped their chest in acknowledgement.
“I’ve got one question?” Zander said, looking around. “Where’s the Demon Slayer?”
“Right here,” Daniel stepped out of the shadows. He gave a nod to Sloan. “Sorry I’m late.”
“Well fuck, man.” Sid tossed his hands up. “Let’s just let Daniel go in first and take care of the demons with the sweep of his hand.”
“What fun would that be?” Daniel said, looking at Sid. “And it doesn’t quite work as well in this realm as it does in the demon realm.”
“Well shit,” Sid cursed, then shrugged. “Still glad you’re here anyway. Makes me feel a lot better.”
A few murmurs of agreement filled the field.
“There’s about fifty demons throughout the wooded area.” Daniel informed them. “I suggest the Dark Guardians hit that area and the rest focus on the building.”
“How do you know that?” Zander frowned looking from Sloan to Daniel.
“I know where every single demon is in this realm.” Daniel answered, then gave Zander a look when he started to open his mouth. “Don’t ask. I just know.”
As one they all took off running leaving their bikes behind. This had to be a sneak attack. Duncan ran up beside Sloan withRafe on the other. The Guardians took the lead following Adam. Zander slowed, looking back at Sloan.
“You got one hell of a team, Sloan.” Zander said, then took off catching up to the other Dark Guardians.
Sloan’s eyes stayed locked ahead. Yeah, he did have one hell of a team. Men and women who would walk into death without question because that was what they did. But none of that mattered if he didn’t get to Becky in time. The half-breed had made the mistake of thinking Becky was his to take. He was about to learn it only marked him for death by his hand.
CHAPTER 28
Becky sat at a beat-up kitchen table, her eyes taking in everything. She half listened to what was being said around her, but most of her focus was on finding a way out. The idiots still hadn’t checked her bag sitting on her lap, and just knowing the gun was within reach gave her a small thread of hope. There were two doors, front and back. They had brought her in through the front, but her gaze kept drifting to the back door right off the kitchen.
Darius walked up and tossed a box on the table in front of her. “The bathroom is through that door.”
Looking at the pregnancy test, she frowned. “I’m not taking that.”
“Yes, Becky, you are,” he replied, clearly not happy with her refusal. Yeah, well, tough shit.
“I told you I’m not pregnant,” she lied with a shrug.
