Chapter Twenty-Six
K endrick replayed the night's events in his head on the way back to the cabin. He and the Royal brothers entered what he now considered their war room, leaving Sutton with T-Rex. They met with Keys, who showed them Frankie's whereabouts. The man and his SUV were less than twenty miles from the compound, and from what Keys could tell, they were coming in fast.
“Let’s meet them halfway. If we wait, it puts those at the clubhouse at too great a risk.” Kendrick pointed out what he felt was obvious.
“That’s what my plan was. However, we don’t know how many Frankie has with him or what kind of firepower he’s bringing.” King let out a frustrated sigh.
“What did the little prick have to say? Obviously, he was supposed to drug Sutton here at the bar. How was he supposed to get Sutton to them?” The memory was enough to make him want to rip the fucker’s throat out with his bare hands.
“He said they figured she’d get violently ill and need to go to the hospital. They planned to show up there and take over at that point. We had him call Frankie Boy and let him know ‘Operation Stupid’ was good to go. That’s how we know where he is. I called in a favor to get dumbasses family out of harm’s way as well. He wasn’t lying. Frankie had two men inside his home. I didn’t tell Hose the details, but his ole’ lady was pretty beat up. She’s going to need some therapy, at least. I'm not sure if they did anything other than hit her. She’s beautiful, and the men were like those we took out at the casino.” King went quiet.
“Fuck. I’m sorry. I’ll take care of them. Anything they need, I’ll cover it.” Kendrick pinched the bridge of his nose.
“We take care of our own, Kendrick.”
“This is on me. None of this would’ve happened if Frank the fuck wasn’t out to hurt me and mine. Is there any way to know if Taysey is with him?” She was a thorn in his side he didn’t want to have to be looking for after he finished with Frankie and his bullshit.
King looked at Keys. The other man shook his head.
“I’m going to head toward them. Andre and I have faced worse odds. If they have a carload, that can’t be more than six men. That’s six to two. Not bad. Plus, we have the element of surprise on our side.” He stood, rolling his shoulders. “Will you do me a favor and...if anything happens, make sure Sutton is safe.”
“Ah, shit. I thought your brother was the cowboy in the family. You ain’t going alone. Let’s roll. We have two rigs ready. One left about ten minutes ago. Trust me, ain’t nobody going to think it’s one of ours. He’ll pass them, then double back. We’ll come at them and box the fucker in between us. Let’s do this.” King moved toward two double doors and pressed his palm against the panel.
Kendrick felt like a kid in a candy store as the man started handing out guns to everyone, like Oprah freaking Winfrey.
They exited out the back through a concealed door. A chrome SUV, the likes of which he’d never seen before, sat idle with a driver already behind the wheel. King opened the passenger door while he and Duke slid toward the center row. The back opened where a third row sat facing the wrong direction. Andre and two other men climbed in, and the door shut with a push of a button.
“Here we go. FYI, this rig is the latest addition to my fleet. It’s bulletproof from the top to the bottom. It has an upgraded military-grade sensor system that will go off if they launch anything like a rocket or such at us. Don’t ask because I procured this in a way that may not be so legal. I’m working to get the proper paperwork to get her licensed and road-legal. Until then, I only get to take her out on special trips like this.”
“If it sounds like my brother just jizzed in his jeans, he probably just did. This is his dream rig other than his bikes. Not that I blame him. If you’re going to ride in a cage, it should be an A plus one like this one.” Duke held his hand up for a high-five with King. The two brothers slapped palms like kids laughing as the vehicle roared down the road.
While he wasn’t a car or truck snob, he did appreciate a sweet ride. “You want to sell this thing, you let me know.”
King looked over his shoulder and shook his head. “Ain’t happening, brother.”
They rode for another five minutes before Keys grunted. “Alright. It’s almost showtime. Let’s stop here.”
Here was on the top of a hill with no homes within sight. Kendrick got out of the vehicle with Andre, moving behind the rig toward the shoulder, where huge rocks created a barrier so vehicles wouldn’t accidentally fall off to the side and down the hillside. Headlights from an oncoming vehicle broke through the darkness. His heart kicked against his ribs.
The black SUV came to a stop. Kendrick watched as the passenger door opened, and a man got out.
“Get out of the way, asshole.”
Their driver, who goes by Digger, revved the engine of the bigger SUV. If Kendrick were to describe the thing, it was like a Tesla truck on steroids.
The man pulled a gun from inside the vehicle. “I said, move your vehicle.”
The sound of a fast-approaching diesel had the man spinning to look behind them. A truck that Kendrick swore he’d seen on an episode of Monster Jam when he’d been a kid slammed into the back of the SUV. A woman’s scream cut off as the vehicle hit the one in front.
He moved swiftly, going behind the monster truck while Andre kept his gun aimed toward the driver’s side. The back passenger door opened as he eased behind the big rig, keeping his eyes trained on the images spilling out. First came an angry Taysey.
“What the fuck is going on, Frankie?” Taysey cried. She stumbled on her high heels, falling to her knees.
“Will you shut the fuck up, you dumb bitch. God, I should just put a bullet through your fucking skull. It would give me another hole to fuck until your body cooled.” Frankie’s lust-filled words ended with a hiss of loathing.
“You’re sick. I’ll cut your fucking little dick off if you come near me with it.”
“That’s not what you were saying when I had you on your knees begging me to fuck you earlier, wifey.” He grabbed her by the back of the hair, shoving a gun to her forehead.
“Oh look, you’re hard, and I’m not even tied up.” Taysey lunged forward.
Kendrick didn’t see what she did, but the howl coming from Frankie sounded as if he were in pain.
The two Glocks in his hands felt familiar as he stepped out from the back of the truck, walking closer to the dueling idiots. With both guns raised and aimed at the two, he made a tsking sound to get their attention.
Before Frankie could bring his gun up, Kendrick fired off a shot, shooting the weapon from his hand. He had to rely on Andre and the men who came with him to take out anyone who might come out of the SUV while he focused on dumb and fucking dumber.
Taysey knelt on the ground in a dress with fishnet hose that were ripped long before her fall minutes ago. Her makeup, which she usually applied perfectly, looked like she’d been ridden hard and put away wet one too many times. He’d know because he’d fucked his fair share of women hard. Hell, he appreciated a well fucked woman. The difference between him and Frankie, and men like him, though, is that he takes care of his woman afterward. Her mouth looked as if he’d stretched it out with who knew what, and if he didn’t give her the proper care after that, Kendrick was sure the rest of her had to be stretched and filled with shit he didn’t care to think about. Yet she didn’t seem the least bit upset.
“You shot Frankie, you bastard,” she screamed.
“Frankie, does she know you came here to take my woman? Does she know you buy and sell unwilling women and men? Hell, you probably sell little kids, too, you sick fucker.”
Frankie’s eyes narrowed. “You’re nothing but a worthless piece of shit whose mother should’ve swallowed instead.”
“If you’re waiting for news of my woman's admittance to the hospital, you’re going to be waiting forever. She’s back at the clubhouse having a good time. As for you and your friends, sad to say, you won’t be returning. Of course, there’s always another snake ready to replace the previous one when you cut the head off of the likes of one such as you. However, whoever steps into your shoes will know better than to come after me and mine.” Kendrick looked down at Taysey, seeing her reach for the gun Frankie dropped. He let out a sigh and waited.
Taysey turned around, falling on her ass with her hands gripping the gun as she faced Kendrick. He fired before she slid her finger onto the trigger. “There’s that new hole you wanted, Frankie. From what I overheard, it’s about the right size if you go through the front. I’m afraid you don’t want to look at the back, though.”
A large pool of blood formed beneath Taysey. He aimed his right hand at a shaking Frankie, waiting for his next move.
“Where the fuck is my backup?” he yelled. He bent at the knees and looked inside the SUV. He stumbled backward, his back hitting the open door.
“What’s the matter, Frankie Boy?”
“How?” he asked, slipping on the blood and falling over Taysey’s body.
Kendrick stalked the remaining distance between them. Frankie’s hand, where Kendrick shot him bled profusely. “Damn, you could bleed out from that wound.” He crouched down, tucking the gun in his left hand back into the holster on his side while keeping the one in his right hand out. He tapped Frankie on the temple with the barrel of the Glock. “You’re a mess, kid. Did you piss your pants?”
“Fuck off, Kendrick. If you’re going to kill me, do it and get it over with.” He spat.
“So eager to die, hmm?”
“You know, we took three young girls from your dungeon. They’re going to be scarred for life thanks to sick fucks like you. I think I will play for another minute or so.”
Kendrick shifted back to his feet, aiming the gun and shooting between Frankie’s legs. The scream would’ve made any female proud. The man grabbed at his nonexistent dick and rolled from side to side. Kendrick heard a few men grunt. He looked up to see King, Duke, and Andre holding their hands over their private parts.
He smiled, placing his foot in the center of Frankie’s chest. “Time to say goodbye, Frankie. Tell my father I said fuck off.” He waited for the fool to register his words. Without an ounce of remorse, Kendrick fired one more shot between Frankie’s eyes. The man jerked once, twice, and then he went still under his booted foot.
“You’re gonna get dick blood on your boots.” Duke pointed out.
“These aren’t mine. I borrowed these from the clubhouse.”
“Motherfucker, that was rude. Oh, wait, their rubber. They’ll hose off. See, he’s smart.” King pointed over his shoulder as the men in the monster truck climbed down and began loading bodies into the back.
“How did you guys take out his crew without a sound?” Kendrick asked as they drove back to the clubhouse. He stared down at his feet. T-Rex had told him to grab the rubber boots before they left. The big man was a good friend to have around.
“While the woman was busy screaming like a banshee, we went in like ninjas and took them out. Pow pew pow.” Duke acted as if his fingers were guns as he made shooting sounds.
“I’ll have to say, I enjoyed your banter with him about the hole in her head. However, I do hope that was just talk. I mean, if you’re into that stuff, I’m going to have to suggest a therapist for you. Necrophilia is not okay, my friend.” King shuddered.
“You can relax. I like my women warm, wet, and willing.” An image of Taysey on her knees taunting Frankie about his little dick, looking like he’d used her roughly, bothered him slightly. How the hell had she fallen so far? He rubbed his forehead, reminding himself she’d orchestrated the entire fiasco he found himself in. His sympathy for her and her ultimate demise diminished in a flash.
“Good to know. I’m going to find my ole’ lady and remind myself how much I love her. God, my dick is still twitching in sympathy for what you did to that bastard’s bits. That...that was cruel but fucking awesome, brother. I swear, Ayesha was right about them recreating my mold with you.” King sat back in the seat with a sigh.
“He sounds like a proud father. Honestly, he never sounds that happy when I do shit. One time, in New York, I tortured a man and two whores for shit they did to my ole’ lady. Did he get all hard and shit? Nope. Hell, I had the fucker begging me to kill him before I finally let him die. You shot a guy in his dick, and my brother is probably going to be telling everyone about it for years. Fucking years. Next time we go on an op, I’m going to shoot two fuckers in the dick. If a female is part of the takedown, I’m shooting her right in the cooter.”
“Jesus, you’ve lost your damn mind, Duke.”
Kendrick laughed. They were close as brothers should be. If he and Jeter had been closer in age, he wondered if they’d been like that or if their father would’ve kept the wedge between them. Now, it didn’t matter. From here on out, he would do his best to be a good big brother to Jeter. If Sutton and he chose to have kids, he'd foster a relationship between them that everyone around them would envy.