Chapter Fourteen #2
“No, I wouldn’t wait. After we get your girl back, you and I are going to need to sit down and have a little talk about Jules.
” Jagger didn’t want to think about that now.
He wanted to get his wife back and make sure that Wolf never saw another night outside of a jail cell.
He didn’t want to think about his best friend and his little sister, but he would have to deal with the two of them at some point.
He doubted that whatever they had going on was just going to disappear.
One thing that falling in love with Justice taught him was that you can’t control who you fall in love with.
“If you go in, I’m going with you.” Jagger pulled his gun free from his shoulder holster and nodded at Dean.
“I appreciate that, man. I wouldn’t want anyone else to have my back.” Dean grabbed his gun from the cab of his truck, and they made their way over to the side entrance. Dean still had a guy on the inside, and he was sending updates as to where Justice was being held.
Jagger knew that he might be walking into a complete shitshow, but he needed to get to Justice before Wolf had another chance to move her again.
Next time, they might not get lucky in finding her so quickly.
Dean motioned to him to split up and headed around to the back door and into the kitchen.
Jagger went in through the side door and into the family room, where Hobbs entertained most of his guests.
The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end; it was too quiet, and he worried that Justice was still drugged.
That would make moving her more of a challenge, but it wouldn’t stop him from getting her out of that house.
He turned the corner and headed up the grand staircase to Justice’s childhood bedroom.
Dean’s inside connections’ last update said that she was being held in there.
He worried he was about to walk in on something that he didn’t want to witness, but if Justice needed him, he would do whatever it took to get to her.
He slowly made his way down the hallway and found that the door to her room was wide open, which wouldn’t make sense if she was being held in there.
Jagger entered the spacious room and found it empty.
He searched her closet and the adjoining bathroom and worried they were too late.
There was no sign of Justice, Wolf, or any of his men, just some rope coiled up on the rumpled bed.
The thought of Wolf tying up his wife made him ill.
“Now, let’s try this again,” Wolf said, entering the room with a syringe in one hand and some duct tape in the other. A quiet rage filled Jagger at the sight of Wolf, and guessing what he wanted to do to Justice made him want to kill the asshole.
“Gee, is that for me? You shouldn’t have.
” Jagger raised his gun and pointed it at Wolf’s chest. He wanted to take the shot more than he wanted his next breath, but killing an unarmed man would only lead to more paperwork that he wasn’t ready to do.
Wolf’s pale expression told him all he needed to know.
He was surprised to see him, and that was a very good thing.
Jagger knew that using the element of surprise was always a good defense.
“You’re supposed to be dead,” Wolf screamed at him, looking around the room. “Where is she?” Wolf took a step towards Jagger, and he fired a warning shot into the ceiling, plaster falling around them from the impact.
“You mean my wife? Well, she’s not here, so you’ll have to deal with me. Take another step and I won’t give you another warning.” Wolf’s smirk made Jagger want to end him on the spot, but he needed to find Justice first. His eyes quickly darted around the room, searching one last time for Justice.
“You don’t have her either, do you, Jagger?
” Wolf chuckled, and Jagger tried to tamp down his anger.
Wolf was trying to get him to lose focus, and he couldn’t allow that.
“She’s a slippery little minx, isn’t she?
You thought you were so smart marrying her from under me, but I’ll have the last laugh.
She’ll be the one to pay for your indiscretions.
After I get done using her, I plan on selling her off to the highest bidder.
She’s used, and I don’t buy used goods.” Jagger growled and took a step towards Wolf, noting the way his eyes flared almost with glee.
He was playing right into Wolf’s hands, and he needed to keep his cool.
Justice was missing, and he wanted to wrap up this little conversation with Wolf and find her.
She might be hurt or worse, and he wouldn’t forgive himself if he played into Wolf’s hands instead of getting to her.
“How about you drop the fucking tape and needle, Wolf.” Jagger trained his gun on him again, but he didn’t seem to want to follow directions.
“I’ll only give you one warning. It doesn’t matter to me if you live or die—it’s totally up to you.
” Jagger saw the indecision cross Wolf’s face.
He could see the truth register in Wolf’s eyes when he finally saw that he had no way out and dropped the syringe and tape to the floor.
“Get on the fucking bed,” Jagger growled. He imagined the fear that Justice must have felt being tied to the bed by the monster that now stood before him.
“We barely know each other, Jagger,” Wolf crooned, still trying to distract him.
“You could at least buy me dinner first.” He laughed at his own joke, and Jagger set to work tying him up to the bedpost. He made sure the ropes were nice and tight, not taking any chances.
“You’ll never win, you know. Take me in and I’ll be out within twenty-four hours.
I have too many important friends who owe me favors.
You’ll never be free, always looking over your shoulder.
How will you keep them both safe, Justice, and your sister?
” Jagger couldn’t help his surge of anger, and he punched Wolf in the jaw.
Blood trickled down from Wolf’s mouth, and he smiled at Jagger as if he found the whole scene funny.
“You won’t touch either of them again, fucker,” Jagger growled.
Wolf laughed. “I still have men who are loyal to me, Jag. You won’t walk out of here alive.
” Jagger knew Wolf still had about five men on the grounds.
He also knew that Dean and his inside man would have taken care of most of them by now.
The question was, where was Justice? Jagger decided that he had wasted enough time.
He radioed Dean to let him know where he could find Wolf and told him he was going to search for Justice.
She had to be around the house; no one would have gotten in or out without Dean’s team knowing about it.
If Wolf didn’t know where she was, he was pretty sure his clever wife had gotten away and was hiding somewhere in the house.
The question was where. All he knew was he wasn’t going anywhere without her again.