Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 30151 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 151(@200wpm)___ 121(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30151 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 151(@200wpm)___ 121(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
The van made it to the industrial area, then turned into the parking lot of a meat packing plant, which was closed since it was now after five P.M. After putting the address into my burner phone, I closed my laptop. “Found him,” I announced.
Anurak had passed out and was comfortably sleeping between Ace’s spread legs with Ace’s arms wrapped tightly around him. Rico looked up at me. “Where?” he asked, pushing to his feet.
“Meat packing plant out in the industrial park,” I told him, opening my phone to call for a meeting so I could assemble a rescue team to go with me. “I need to get a team together, and then, we can go.”
Rico shook his head. “You don’t need a team. Alfonzo and I will go with you.”
“I will, too,” Gunner said. “I’ll call Jax, and he can meet us there.” Jax was also a member of the Ghost Born MC. He’d gotten arrested at eighteen and spent nine years in a prison cell. When he got out, he’d never been the same man. I was pretty sure he was an undiagnosed psychopath like me. We could usually sense each other. But he was loyal, and I trusted him. And I knew Rico did, too. They were practically brothers at this point. Jax was family, even if he wasn’t part of the Martinez family like the rest of us.
Gunner looked at Ace. “You stay here with him and keep him protected, understand?”
“I will, Papa,” Ace promised. “Nothing will happen to him.”
Gunner leaned in and kissed him. “Good boy. I’ll be back soon.”
“You better,” Ace teased, but there was a glint in his eyes that promised if Gunner got hurt, he’d make him regret it, along with anyone else who’d tried taking his husband from him.
Rico leaned down and brushed a light kiss to Anurak’s slightly parted lips. Then he looked at Ace, his fingers cupping the boy’s chin. I sighed, getting impatient. I didn’t have time for this bullshit. Alfonzo shot me a look, but when I just stared right back at him, his eyebrow quirked.
I knew right then that he knew I had a personal stake in getting Bento back home. But he didn’t say a word. Just focused back on the scene in front of us.
“I’m trusting you with him, Ace. Do not take that lightly.”
Ace scowled at him. “I would fucking never.”
Rico nodded, then stood back up to his full height. “Let’s roll. Niran, we’ll follow you, and we’ll discuss tactics on the way there through secure lines.”
Nodding once, I turned and headed for the garage, impatient to get on the fucking road and rescue my man before these mother fuckers killed him.
7
Bento
Iclenched my jaw to keep my teeth from chattering as I stared at the two men in front of me. They stepped inside, and immediately, several guards followed in behind them. If I hadn’t been so fucking cold and clearly outnumbered, I’d have laughed. Did they see me as that big a threat that these two dimwits felt the need to have—I did a quick count—ten guards with them? Christ.
“Do you know who we are?” the older man asked.
Not trusting myself to speak without accidentally biting my tongue off since I knew my teeth would immediately start chattering, I shook my head. The man scoffed. “Surely, you do.”
“I don’t,” I told him, my voice deadpan. I immediately clenched my teeth back together so they wouldn’t start snapping together. It was so goddamn cold, though there was warmer air flowing in from the open door. It was helping ease some of the ache from my bones that the freezing temperatures of the cooler had caused.
A punch came from my left. And damn me for being so cold because it made me slow. I dodged the worst of the hit, but the son of a bitch’s fist still clocked me across the jaw instead of my cheek. I spit out blood on the floor, then glared at the guard. He only stoically met my gaze.
“I find it fucking hard to believe that a man with as many resources as my son hasn’t discovered he has a father and a brother,” the older man snapped.
“Maybe Rico just doesn’t give a fuck,” I bit back at him, getting fucking pissed. Had I really been fucking kidnapped over some petty family bullshit and by two men Rico definitely couldn’t give two fucks about? His family was the one he’d formed with all of us—me, Alfonzo, Niran, Anurak, Ace, Gunner, and Jax. His family was the men he took off the streets and turned into soldiers. These two? It was laughable, really. If Rico had ever considered them family, they would have been back at the compound.
Not here kidnapping one of Rico’s men.
One of the guards made to hit me again, but I managed to dodge it. However, another one quickly stepped forward and caught me in the nose. I cursed because fuck what was it with people and my fucking nose? Blood spurted from my nostrils and sent throbbing pain through my eyeballs. Gritting my teeth since my nose had almost been healed from when Alfonzo caught me there with his fist, I kept myself from shouting another expletive. Did my nose really bother people that fucking much? Goddamn.