38. Chapter 38
Chapter 38
Easton
I’ve been gone for months, sent away as punishment for what I did. We were all punished for our actions, but now I’m back and nothing will stop me from getting my girl. It’s been brutal to watch from the sidelines as she dealt with my fake death all alone. I wasn’t in agreement with that part of the punishment but Spade and the others insisted. Again, I was left without a choice.
Arriving at the race last night, I did not expect the Midnight Rider to be Dylan, let alone their family secrets spilled for everyone to see. After punching him in the face for laying hands on my girl, I immediately noticed she wasn’t moving and something was seriously wrong.
Despite all the guys yelling, I scooped her in my arms, placed her in my car, and took her to the ER. Once we arrived,they took her straight back, concerned she could be suffering from a spinal cord injury. I was beside myself with worry for her. I kept going up to the nurses asking for any type of updates. All they would tell me is that they were running tests and placed orders for X-Rays and a CAT scan.
My leg constantly shook as I sat, nervously waiting for what felt like hours until finally a Doctor came in to let me know she has a broken tailbone and a concussion with swelling in her brain, meaning they have to put her into a brief medically induced coma in order for the swelling to go down. After she was stable, they moved her to a private room while we wait for the swelling to go down.
I left for a few hours to go see my mom because I knew she’d been scouring the earth looking for me. I’ll give it to her, she never stopped, never gave up. I needed to show her I was alive and well. Did I tell her the exact truth? Fuck no. But Spade and the others concocted a solid story for me to feed her. It worked after a lot of tears and her hitting me, but needless to say, she’s calm and happy that I’m home. I felt bad for making her think I was dead, but it had to be believable in order for the plan to work. I just hated that the two women I love the most suffered from it, but I vowed to myself that I will make it up to them for the rest of my life.
Taking out a cigarette, I light it and inhale the minty smoke as I drive back to the hospital. The need to be by her side when she wakes up, to hold her in my arms and feel her sweet lips against mine, is all I want right now. I’ve missed her so fucking much. I just hope she forgives me for making her think I was dead. There’s no way I can spend another moment without her, it’s already been too long. Plus, we have two more fuckers to kill and I refuse to do it without her.
Arriving at the hospital, I shut off my car, grab the bouquet of flowers from the dash and climb out as I take a deep breath of fresh air, letting the sun kiss my skin while I walk to the entrance and head straight to the elevators. Hitting the button, the doors slide open and I get in, hitting the eighth floor. The car takes me up and dings once I reach the correct level.
Stepping out, I make a left down the hall, bypassing the nurses station, right to her room. Opening the door, I see an empty bed and think, do I have the wrong room? I back track and look at the plaque on the wall with the correct room number. What the fuck? I spin and hit the nurses station. Clearing my throat trying to gain someone’s attention, an older lady looks up at me with a smile. “Can I help you, young man?”
“Yes, ma’am, my girlfriend is supposed to be in room eight-oh-eight but it’s empty. Did they take her for more tests?” I ask, impatiently waiting for an answer.
“What’s her name, dear?” She replies, typing on her computer.
“Dylan St. James. She was admitted last night.” I blurt, and her eyes furrow.
“Um, I’m sorry dear, there is no one by that name registered here.” She says with a frown.
“Are you sure? I brought her in myself. She had a broken tailbone and a concussion.” I grit, getting angry that they lost my girl.
“Nope, I’m sorry. No one by the name Dylan or St. James has been here in the last twenty-four hours.” She apologizes and I nod my head in thanks. Gripping the flowers tightly, I walk back to the elevators, wracking my brain at how this could have happened. A girl just doesn’t fucking disappear into thin air. Taking out my phone to text the guys, I smack the button for the main floor.
Me: Was Dylan discharged this morning?
Bentley: The ghost has risen and is gracing us with his presence.
I roll my eyes, we have unfinished business to handle but that can wait until later.
Me: Well?
Ace: I haven’t seen her since last night. Been waiting for an update.
Kingston: Same.
Antonio: Me three. Lol.
Me: Seems to me the prince of darkness has his thumb up his ass and could care less about his fucking actions.
Bentley: Preaching to the choir, my guy.
I slide the phone into my pocket and step into the elevator. That was fucking useless. I can’t text Eleana because she has no clue what has happened and I plan on keeping it that way for now. Finally, making it to the main floor, I walk out of the elevator and through the front entrance to my car, nearly getting hit by an all black SUV speeding through the lot.
My phone rings as I reach my car and see a piece of paper lying on my windshield under the wipers. Letting the call go to voicemail, I remove it from the glass and read it, “It’s time to come out and play, Little Puppet.” I crumple it in my fist and let out a roar. “Mother fucker!” I scream, ripping my door open and climbing in, taking my phone out and pressing the call button as I lay the flowers on the passenger seat.
“What’s up, Eas?” Spade answers, sounding way too chipper for my liking.
“He has her!” I growl as I hear shuffling and a door close. I don’t have the patience to wait for him to get his thoughts together.
“This was not part of the plan! She is not the fucking bait, Spade!” I yell.
“How do you know it’s him? We have a lot of enemies, Easton, fucking think!” He growls as I tighten my grip on the phone.
“Think?! You want me to think while my girl was fucking sedated, with a swollen brain and broken tailbone, who disappeared into thin air without a trace… and you want me to fucking think?” I yell, clenching my jaw so hard I’m surprised my teeth don’t shatter from the pressure.
“Again, how do you know?” He spits down the line.
“Are you not hearing me? She’s gone, helloooo, big fucking red flag, on top of the note found on my windshield!” I seethe and he takes a deep breath.
“Why didn’t you lead with that, dipshit?” He yells. For fucking Christ sake.
“You know the answer to that!” I growl.
“What did the note say?” He asks.
“Time to come out and play, Little Puppet.” I reiterate and something crashes down the line as Spade yells, but I can’t make out what he’s saying because the signal starts to fade, making him sound like he’s underwater, then the call fails.
A text immediately comes through with instructions to meet at The Den. I hit Dylan’s contact hoping maybe she unblocked me and has her location turned on. Bingo! There’s that little blue dot on the move! Fuck yes! I’m coming for you, Hellcat!
Starting my car and putting it in gear, I pull out of the parking lot onto the main road and shoot a text to Spade letting him know I got her location! My phone immediately rings and I pick it up, putting it on speaker.
“Eas, don’t fucking follow!” Spade screams down the line.
“I can’t do that, Spade! You know I can’t.” I say, shaking my head as he sighs.
“I know man, but you’re alone and unarmed. It’s a suicide mission. This is exactly what he wants!” He spits.
“I have to at least try! He can’t fucking have her!” I yell, pounding my fists against the steering wheel. I hear shuffling before Jameson’s voice growls through the speakers.
“I know the monster better than anyone else. I’ve been his puppet for far too long. My father is smart and always ten steps ahead. I order you to stand the fuck down and get your ass to The Den! Now, Easton! Or you will be signing a death warrant for you both! Is that what you want?” Slamming my fists again, I know he’s right, I’m playing right into his hand.
“No, that’s not what I want, but we need a plan! I’ve done everything asked of me and now I need all hands on deck to save her. Please grant this to me.” I beg as shuffling comes down the line.
“Done! Meet you at The Den in twenty.” Spade says, and the line disconnects. I take a deep breath, wanting to continue following the blue dot, but I won’t risk her life doing so. I take a left as I drive the opposite way from the girl I love. Clicking over to the group chat, I give them a heads up.
Me: The Kings are coming! Be there in 5.
Bentley better get the fuck over himself real fucking quick because The Kings won’t tolerate his bullshit today. Him and Spade have their own hashing out to do.
“Fuck!” I yell. I forgot to warn Spade that Bentley knows. Shit!
Welp, it is what it is at this point. I pull into the parking lot of The Den and Kingston is standing outside the doors yelling at someone on the phone. Shutting my car off, I climb out and raise a brow at him. He shakes his head, giving me that ‘Not now’ look as I head inside. No one is in sight which means everyone is in the office. I walk down the hall and enter the room. Bentley snarls at me and I’ve about had enough of his bullshit.
“Grow up, Bentley. This shit isn’t about you or us! Now get your head in the game before The Kings arrive.” I spit. He pushes against the table and stands, causing the chair to fall back.
“Who are you to bark orders at me?” He points and I laugh.
“Look at you. You’re acting like a fucking wounded child. Why? Because I’m in love with your sister and lied about it?”
“That’s enough!” Spade yells, scolding us like children as he enters the room with Jameson not too far behind.
“Anyone check the room for bugs?” Spade asks, and no one says anything.
“Kingston usually does that.” I answer and he rolls his eyes.
“Well, get his ass in here. Our phones were compromised and I’m betting so is everything here. We need to sweep everything and everyone.” He orders.
“Why everyone?” Antonio asks, and Jameson chimes in with a huff.
“Because you idiots don’t know who the fuck you’re dealing with. My father is a ruthless fucking man who will stop at nothing to get what he wants. He’ll go as far as administering a tracker and listening device in the human body. We know from experience.” He says, taking out a wand from his jacket pocket that looks similar to Kingston’s.
“What the fuck is actually going on?” Bentley says, pounding his fists on the table. Jameson doesn’t hesitate rounding the table, grabbing him by the scruff and slamming his face down into the wood. A crunch reverberates through the room.
“Watch your fucking tone! This is not a fucking game. Shut the fuck up and wait until we sweep the room.” He growls as he lifts up the chair, throwing Bentley back in it. Kingston finally barrels into the room, shutting the door behind him.
“My apologies, my mom was trippin’.” He says exasperated.
“How is Ophelia holding up?” Spade asks.
“She’s managing with Dad being inside.” He says with a shrug.
“Let her know I’m working on getting him home. In the meantime, let's get this place swept.” Spade orders and Kingston nods, walking over to the desk, retrieving his device and getting to work. Jameson goes around the room, running the wand over everyone. The instrument chimes when he gets to Bentley and his eyes widen. He runs it over the back of his neck and it lights up, then again over his groin. Fuck.
“This is going to sound weird but, do you have a bump on your shaft?” Jameson asks not giving a fuck how awkward this shit is.
“What the fuck? I-I don’t know.” Bentley stammers.
“How do you not know? Take your dick out. I’m pretty sure you have a device on it.” Jameson says and Bentley shakes his head.
“You either do it or I’ll do it for you and you won’t like how.” Jameson threatens. Bentley stands taking a deep breath, unzipping his jeans, taking his dick out.
“I’m going to need you to make it hard for me.” Jameson says and Bentley's eyes go wide.
“How? I’m not gay and there's a room full of dudes,” he panics.
“Call Amy in. Put her on her knees and get it hard.” Jameson orders.
“What? No, I'm not having my girl come in and do that in front of everyone!” he yells, but Jameson grabs it and starts pumping.
“Jameson!” Spade yells, but he ignores his brother.
“It’s either I do it or she does it. Don’t fucking embarrass yourself, team leader!” Jameson growls.
“Fine, just get your hand off my junk!” He spits. Jameson pulls away and Bentley takes out his phone, calling Amy to come in here. Seconds later, there's a light knock on the door and Antonio opens it, letting her in. Her eyes widen at all the men in the room. Jameson steps up and grabs her hand, placing a kiss on it. A blush crawls up her cheek and Bentley growls.
“Hello, new Little Creature. We need your assistance. Your boyfriend can’t seem to get it up for us. I’m sure you have been down there more often than not. Do you know where the bump is on his shaft?” He asks as Bentley continues to growl while Jameson runs his finger down her jaw.
“Uh, yes. I know where it is.” She answers with a smile.
“Good, can you get on your knees for him? Get him nice and hard and show us where it is.” He whispers.
“Right now?” She responds with wide eyes.
“Yes, please. Be a good girl and maybe he will give you a treat?” He says as they walk over to a very pissed off Bentley. He better keep his shit together because Jameson is one scary mother fucker when pissed off. She gets on her knees as instructed, taking Bentley into her mouth. He groans as she sucks him hard and fast. Jameson removes her head with a pop and she shows him exactly where the bump is.
“Such a good girl, Little Creature. You are dismissed. Run along now.” He warns, and she scampers out of the room.
“Don’t lose the spot. We need to remove it.” Jameson orders and Bentley pales. I grab my own junk because fuck that. Spade takes the first aid kit out of the bottom drawer of the desk and pours disinfectant on Bentley’s shaft. He hisses and damn near goes soft as Jameson takes out a bag, unzipping it and laying it out on the table. Bentley passes out at the sight of all the different scalpels. I would have passed out too. Jameson takes one and pours the same liquid on the metal and slices a small cut along Bentley’s shaft, pushing the device out. He does the same with the one on the back of his neck and comes over to me after discarding the tiny rods, waving the wand over my body. He smiles once he’s finished. Kingston finally gives the all clear and now we can talk fucking business.
It takes hours to come up with a solid plan to get Dylan back. Kingston showed Jameson his set up which impressed the guy and they have been using both of their programs and contacts to hack into Dylan's phone. The blue dot finally stopped about an hour north of us. We just don’t know if it’s a set up or not, so Spade sent some men to scope it out before we suit up.
Bentley finally woke up and was glad he passed out, not having to witness the bloodshed. Him and Spade left to go talk. Hopefully, they don’t kill each other. I leave the office and head to my room while we wait. I was so close to getting my girl back and then this. Why? What the fuck does she have that he wants so bad? I don’t fucking understand. Is she even sedated? Was anything the doctor said true? Was I fucking played that whole time and didn’t realize it? So many fucking questions. I just want her back. My phone pings, taking me out of my thoughts and I reach into my pocket opening it. It’s a text from unknown.
Unknown: Meet at this address if you want her to live. Multimedia video attached. Click to open.
I click it and watch as my girl struggles against ropes that tie her legs together in the corner of a van. Her arms are behind her back with duct tape covering her mouth as tears stream down her face.
Me: You have my attention.
Unknown: Good. Come alone and don’t alert the others. If I even see anyone but you, she dies and the blood will be on your hands.
Me: Send me the address. I’m leaving now.
Unknown: Such a good Little Puppet.
I leave the prick on read and grab my racing jacket, hiding my holster underneath it. Leaving my room, I tell the guys my mom called and needs me to come home real quick. They all nod except for Jameson. He eyes me down, reading the deceit on my face. I school my features and assure him I’ll be right back. He nods and I leave.
Getting into my car, I plug in the address on my phone, seeing it will take forty-five minutes to get there. An idea pops into my head and I make a call I didn’t think I’d have to make.
“Hello, Boytoy. How’s my Little Pet doing?” Hazel greets.
“Not well, Haze. I need your help. Think of it as a job. A solo job. You in?” I ask.
“First, I need to know what’s wrong with my Skittle Pop and that will lead me into whether I’m in or not.” She quips and I shake my head.
“She’s been taken and I’m going to get her. What I need–” I don’t even get to finish before she’s yelling down the line.
“What the fuck, Easton? You should have led with that. Where and when? No one takes my pet and lives to tell the tale.”
“She’s mine, Hazel. Don’t get it twisted.” I growl.
“Maybe so, but she loves when I make her cum.” She laughs sinisterly.
“I see you've been keeping my girl nice and warm for me.” I say with a grin.
“Something like that, but anyway, where and when?” She growls.
“Now. I’ll send you the address, but here’s the catch. I need eyes up high. You know what to do.” I say and she laughs.
“Finally I get to use my mom’s sniper rifle. I’ll be waiting for your text.” She says.
“Thanks Hazel. I owe you.”
“Nonsense. Just let me borrow her every so often or you can watch. That’s payment enough for me.” She giggles, ending the call.
I send her the info she needs, feeling better about going alone than I was before. I’m glad I made that call. Hazel is a sharp shooter, so if this is a set up, she will be my eyes in the sky. Getting on the highway, I gun it.
I’m coming for you, Hellcat. Just hang on for me, baby.