Chapter 141
Chapter One-Hundred-Forty-One
Falcon
It’s been almost half a fucking hour since Robin was taken into the gated community. It’s long enough to make me want to take a running jump at that fucking wall. If it was just a little lower, I would have already attempted it. It’s probably not going to be possible to climb over.
But I’m not sure about Owen and Jay’s plan, either.
Relying on a psychic Omega making a call to a possessed cop to save my true mate from her piece of shit father feels like a long shot.
Hearing Owen running back to us, I move toward the sound of his footsteps through the forest.
As soon as I’ve got him in sight, I rush over to find out what happened.
“Well? Did it work?”
He nods. “Apparently, telling someone they’re being possessed, addressing that person directly, is enough to break the spirit’s grip. She told Rob she’ll come out to the gate and get us. She was just getting back into her car when she got his call. She said she’ll leave the car outside the house.”
“So, we’re meeting her at the gates?” I ask.
“Pretty much,” he confirms. “Come back with me. We can wait in the forest nearby until she comes out.”
I look at Jay. “It actually worked.”
He smiles. “I had a feeling it might.”
We run back through the woods with Owen.
Finally, things are going our way.
I’m not going to celebrate until Robin’s safe, but we’re a step closer to making that happen.
Getting to the point near the gates and watching for the detective to arrive, Jay and I are ready to storm Barrister’s house and rescue our mate.
It feels like I’m standing at a starting line, waiting for a shot to sound out.
“She’s here,” Owen says, pointing out the woman in the long coat.
We leave the woods, sprinting over to the entrance gates as she speaks with the guard in the booth. I can barely stand still while she finishes explaining and gestures to us.
He glances over, giving us a suspicious stare.
She keeps talking, and then the gates start to open.
I dart through the second the gap is big enough.
Jay and Owen follow, and I leave them behind to talk to the detective.
I need to get to Robin. It’s all I can think about.
So, I run, and I don’t stop until I see the cop car.
This is it. This is the house.
It’s white, with a red door.
I march up the path and grab the door handle.
It’s not locked.
I step inside and roar out, “Robin!”
“Falcon!” her voice comes back, full of surprise.
I look around, but I’m not sure where her voice came from.
I’m about to call back to her when I see him.
Her sorry excuse for a father.
He doesn’t look impressed with me, either.
“I should have known you’d find a way to get in here,” Barrister mutters.
“Yeah, you should have. Now, you get to know what it’s like to fear for your life.”
He rolls his eyes. “Please. You’ll be dead in a few minutes. I’ll be around until I’m a very old man.”
“Your security let me in, so I don’t think so.”
I take a step closer to him, and he falters.
Clearly, he thought I’d break in.
Now, I feel a lot better that we waited to do this the right way.
“We can do this the hard way, or the easy way,” I inform him, cracking my knuckles.
He glowers back at me. “I’ll have your invitation rescinded.”
He stuffs his hand into his pocket and brings out a phone.
I step closer, grab his wrist and squeeze until he drops it.
“I don’t think so. I’m in charge now, asshole. Where’s Robin?”
“You can’t have her,” he spits out. “You’re scum. You’re nothing. You don’t know how special she is.”
“You’re the one who doesn’t know how special she is. How could any father leave his child to be raised like a slave with no parents in a rich bastard’s house? She almost starved to death in that fucking house, you prick.” I drop his wrist and grab him by the throat.
He raises his hands to scratch at my arm.
His nails gouge my flesh.
It’s ticklish, but not enough to make me stop squeezing.
“You deserve to be sent to hell.”
“Drop him,” a female voice instructs.
I look over to see the detective in the doorway.
She’s frowning at me and getting her gun out.
I let him go. “He kidnapped Robin. You can arrest him now.”
Detective Waterman doesn’t look certain.
“He just tried to kill me,” Barrister growls. “Arrest him.”
She sighs. “I knew it was gonna be one of those days. I should have called in sick.”
Jay pats her on the shoulder as he slips into the house past her.
“This guy was close friends with Warren Corvina,” Jay says. “That should be reason alone to arrest him.”
Unfortunately, it’s not.
I can see from the look on the detective’s face that she isn’t sure what to do.
“I’ve done nothing wrong,” Barrister gloats.
“That’s what they all say,” Owen says as he moves past the detective.
“I’ll take upstairs,” Jay says. “You check down. The detective can wait here with Falcon and that asshole.”
He darts up the stairs, and Owen moves past us in the hallway.
“Thanks,” I murmur as he walks past.
“You look like you can handle him.”
“Anyone could handle this waste of space.”
Barrister stares at me, and then he laughs.
“I made her take a morning after pill.”
I stare back at him, my blood boiling over.
“You did what?”
His smile falters as I think about smashing his stupid head against the wall.
If that cop wasn’t standing right there …
Something inside me snaps.
I grab him by the hair, and I yank him closer.
“What. The. Fuck. Did. You. Say?”
He shakes like a fucking leaf, his body wilting away from me.
Then, I hear footsteps on the stairs behind me.
“Falcon, I’m okay,” Robin’s soft voice assures.
I drop him, letting him fall to the ground.
I look at the detective. “Get that bastard in handcuffs.”
She nods, but I can tell she’s still thinking about arresting me, too.
We move past each other.
Robin puts her arms around me at the bottom of the stairs.
I hug her like I never want to let her go.
“He tried to make me take a pill. I put it down the drain.”
“Thank God,” I murmur. “I was so worried about you.”
“I know,” she says, smiling. “Thank you for rescuing me. All over again.”
“This had better be the last time,” I tell her. “I almost killed a guy.”
“Well, I don’t think anyone else wants to use me for some kind of baby farming trafficking situation so we’re probably all good.” She shivers slightly, and I wish I’d smashed her dad’s face into the wall.
A dead man can’t hurt anyone anymore.
“What’s that about a baby farming situation?” The detective asks.
I look over to see her dragging Barrister to his feet.
He sneers at us, as if he didn’t just piss his pants when I threatened him.
“She’ll tell you about it tomorrow,” I tell the detective. “It’s time we took her home. She needs food and rest.”
“Hey,” Owen says, coming back into the hallway. “Is it just me, or can anyone else hear someone singing?”
Robin looks at him. “Singing?”
I look at Jay, and he shrugs.
“It’s been a long day,” Jay murmurs.
“I need to go where Owen is,” Robin tells me.
“No one else is here!” Barrister roars, making it clear that the opposite is true.
“Keep your mouth shut,” the detective tells him, pulling him away from us. “I’ve got rights to read you, and you need to hear them.”
I walk Robin past him, heading down the corridor toward Owen.
She hears it a second before I do.
The gasp that comes out of her makes her breath catch in her throat.
Her eyes well up with tears, and I wonder what’s going on.
“Oh my God,” she whispers, pushing open every door and looking into the rooms.
They’re empty.
“There has to be a basement, or something like that,” I tell Owen.
“If there is, the door could be outside,” Jay suggests.
Robin lets go of my hand and goes to the back door.
I follow as she steps outside, looking around frantically.
Jay comes out after me and checks the left side as I follow Robin to check to the right.
I watch as Robin finds the door.
It won’t open, so I guess it’s locked.
She looks back at me, shock in her expression.
The sound of a woman singing is so much clearer out here.
I don’t think I need to worry about being arrested anymore.
This guy has a woman captive in his basement.