Chapter Eight
Saint shook his head as the laughter finally died down and he glared at Roger.
“Yes, we will be handing you over. Rather than hand over two innocent women. You are the one who made the deals. You and your piece of shit cousin took their dope and sold it on the streets. Then you and him just kept on smuggling shit up and down the river for more money. So don’t you think it should be you that faces the cartel? ”
Roger just stared at them and knew that he had lost his last hope. “You can’t give me over to them, that’s inhuman. What kind of men are you?”
“We’re men who have lived through hell and came out the other side,” Saint told him.
“Who love family and friends and we protect the women in our lives, not extort them like some product that can be sold. Now because of you we’re going to face one of the most vicious cartels and someone is probably going to die, but it won’t be our women.
” Saint turned to Phantom and Turbo as he pointed up to the ceiling hook.
“Put the cuffs on him and make sure he’s comfortable and will still be here in the morning.
Then come inside so we can plan our defense. ”
Phantom turned, went to a cabinet and opened it.
Roger’s eyes went wide when he saw what was in it. The cabinet was filled with all sorts of torture tools. Blades, guns and metal bracelets of all kinds.
Phantom grabbed a pair of wide leather bands joined together with a short length of a heavy chain. He locked the cuffs to Roger’s wrists.
Turbo went over to the wall to hit a switch that then lowered the hook from the ceiling. When it was low enough they stood him up and slipped the hook through the chain. Turbo raised the hook back toward the ceiling.
Roger was strung up now with his feet on the floor. “This is inhuman! He said make me comfortable. I can’t be left like this!”
Snake raised his hands and grabbed the chair to sit him down in it. “There ya go. Comfy now, stick man?”
Roger grumbled about bikers being cavemen and slobs.
Phantom paused and stared at him. “As cavemen, we could jack you up higher and remove the chair.”
Roger looked stricken then said, “I apologize for saying all that.”
The men all ignored him.
Saint reached the door to the outside.
Dax stood there peering in at Roger up on a hook. He then grinned.
Sanit smirked. “Yeah, he is not getting away.” He then turned to look at Thrasher. “And make sure we have eyes on him all night will you? I wouldn’t want him to escape and miss his meeting with the cartel.”
Thrasher nodded. “You bet boss, we’ll keep an eye on him. I got a camera in here too.”
Saint went back to the kitchen and shook his head. “How the hell did Roger think his plan would even work? The girls hadn’t even met their father.”
Dax followed him inside. “But are we sure Sage is even Tommy’s kid?
” Dax asked. “I know his name is on her birth certificate but will Tommy’s father acknowledge her as his?
They accepted Erika but will they accept another girl?
” He shrugged. “They believed that Tommy could never have another child.”
“I don’t care about any of that.” Sage’s voice came from the doorway.
“That family wanted to give Erika a fortune,” Dax told her. “They may offer you the same.”
Sage just stared at him with tears in her eyes.
“All I ever wanted was to know if Erika was my sister. I don’t care how much money Tommy’s family has.
” Her tone was flat and her eyes were blazing.
“I can work for my own money. I don’t expect anyone else to support me.
” She went down the hall into the guest bedroom and quietly closed the door.
Saint shook his head and stared at Dax. “You, sir, are a dumbass.”
Dax nodded. “Yeah, I know. I messed that up pretty badly. It all came out wrong. I just think what happened to both her and Erika was crappy. I mean she deserves a good life with no worries over money.” He stared down the hall. “Damn,” he swore softly.
Saint grumbled, “First thing we’ve got to do after we deal with the cartel business is call Erik, he is Erika’s great grandfather and let him know what’s going on here. He might want to know about this new wrinkle.”
Dax just shook his head. “I just can’t imagine how any man can just walk away from his own kids. I mean if he didn’t want any he should have made sure he didn’t leave a little bit of his own behind then right? I mean there are a hundred ways not to have a kid.”
Saint nodded. “It takes a special kind of dirtbag to do what he did. I’m surprised the states didn’t take him to court for support. Especially after Sage’s mother died and her family wouldn’t step up for her. They didn’t even try to find her father.” Saint looked around and then he stilled.
“What is it?” Dax asked him.
Saint walked over and knelt down. He picked something up from the floor.
Dax came over and looked at the object in his hand. “A baby bottle?”
Saint sucked in a breath. “Pink?” he called out.
No answer.
Saint then took off down the hall and yanked the nursery door open. No one there. He turned and rushed over to his bedroom. The door stood wide open and he went in. Same thing.
No one there.
“Fuck, where is she?” Saint swore as he looked upset.
Dax had followed him. “Man, don’t tell me that she’s...”
“Erika?” Sage called out from the hallway.
They both turned to see Sage in the doorway.
She stared back at them. “I got worried. I haven’t seen her since I came back into the house.”
“Holy fuck!” Saint got onto his cell and tapped the screen. “Thrasher? Have any of your alarms gone off?” He listened and then replied, “Well, keep checking. Look at all the cameras. NOW! Erika and the baby are missing.”
Just then they heard a cry.
Saint gasped as he lowered his phone and looked all around.
The cry came again.
“The fuck?” He turned all around now.
“I think it’s coming from the closet?” Sage said.
He rushed over and opened the closet door.
The baby was sitting in his carrier and he now started to wail.
Saint scooped him up then patted him on the back while shushing him. The baby stopped crying.
“Oh, my God,” Sage whispered. “No. Someone took her?”
Saint looked almost white in the face as he walked over and handed the baby to Sage. “Take him for a little while. We need to catch this fucker. He can’t be too far away.”
Sage held the baby and rocked him. “Shh, little guy,” she soothed. “Mama will be back.”
Dax and Saint rushed out of the bedroom.
They tore down the hall and out the door.
Saint’s men all rushed forward.
“Someone nabbed Erika,” Saint announced.
“Fuck!” Turbo yelled.
“The security lines were cut,” Thrasher said. “To the main house at least. I do have some footage here from the road area.” He raised his laptop.
Saint rushed over as did Dax. They both stared at the screen.
On it, a man was shoving Erika into his car. She was tied up. He then got into the driver’s seat, slammed the door and took off down the driveway to the county road.
“Turbo, Phantom,” Saint yelled. “Let’s ride. Dax and Thrasher protect the farm.” He rushed over to his bike and jumped on.