CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER EIGHT
Remington and Saylor spent four days alone in their cottage, only coming out for food. He didn’t understand how he found her protruding belly so damn sexy but he couldn’t keep his hands off of her.
When Marnie told them they would have to get creative with their lovemaking until the babies were born, Remington thought it was a spectacular idea. Saylor did not. She wanted her husband inside of her, feeling him, feeling the excitement of his body.
“Baby, we’ll do what Marnie says for now,” he smiled. “Afterwards, we’ll go right back to our old ways of making love. And maybe even a few new ways.”
“Fine, but I’m not happy about it,” she pouted.
“I love that my little virgin bride is pissed off about not being able to make love every day.”
“I wasn’t a virgin bride,” she said with a smirk. “I was a virgin lover.”
“You didn’t know it because I was an idiot and didn’t say it but you were a bride that first night whether you knew it or not.”
“I love you, Remington. I love you so much,” she said hugging him.
“I know, honey and I love you.”
Suddenly, there seemed to be commotion everywhere, then Kev, Rush, and BJ moved toward them. Kev gently took Saylor’s arm.
“Come on, honey. We’re going to go out to the Sugar Lodge for a bit.”
“Wh-what’s happening?” she asked panicked.
“A little commotion at the café,” said Rush. “Remington? Get your ass up there. Everyone else is waiting at the ATVs for you. Let’s go sweetie.”
Remington kissed his wife, nodding at her to go with the three men. At the half-dozen ATVs, were more than two dozen men and three dogs. Chaos, Beast, and Dino, their newly trained dog were all in the back of the ATVs.
When the team entered through the back door of the café, they could hear the commotion out front. They split up, some circling around the building, the others taking their spots undetected.
“She’s here. I know she’s here or she’s been here,” sneered a large angry man. Thelma shook her head.
“I’ve never seen that young girl, sir. You can show me that picture all you want but I’ve never seen her. Please, you’re scaring the customers. Just put the weapon down.”
Remington somehow knew that this was one of the Yeager brothers. He stepped through the door of the kitchen to stand behind the counter, moving Thelma behind him. Chaos slowly crept toward the man, a low, deep growl emanating from this throat.
“Stay back! Tell that dog to stand down or I’ll shoot it!”
“You shoot that dog and I’ll have to kill you,” said Remington.
The big man just stared back at him, waving the Sig Sauer M-18. It was a military grade weapon and that made Remington very nervous. It was possible to buy that weapon but it wasn’t recommended for someone who didn’t know how to handle it.
“You can’t kill me,” laughed the man. “I’m chosen.
No one can harm me.” He fired the weapon at the foot of the dog, missing it by inches.
To the dog’s credit, Chaos didn’t move, only growling louder.
His face stilled as he stared at the animal, then back at Remington. Remington only grinned.
“You move, you will die by my hand,” whispered Joseph into his ear. The cold steel of his blade nicked the thin flesh of his throat and the man felt the trickle of blood. Although wider than Joseph, he wasn’t nearly as tall, strong, lithe, or well-trained.
“If he misses, which he never does, I will spill your insides all over this floor,” said Trak. “I don’t want to. It would make Thelma angry to have to clean this up.”
“Give me Saylor and I’ll leave.”
“You’re not going to touch my wife,” said Remington.
That angered the man beyond reason. He no longer cared about the knives against his body. He started toward Remington, firing his weapon. It was sloppy and completely off target, his hand shaking unsteadily.
Instead of hitting his target, four knives found their way into the man’s body. Two in the chest, one in the abdomen, and one directly at the hollow of his neck.
Trak pulled the knife from his throat, as he gurgled, spurting blood everywhere.
“Why do you want Saylor?” asked Remington.
“Sh-she’s the key. The key to all glory and generations of children.”
“What glory? What are you talking about?” asked JB.
The man only attempted to speak, staring at the sky. His last drowning breath in blood exited his body and he continued to stared straight up.
“We’re sorry, Thelma,” said Remington. “We’ll clean this up.” She was kneeling next to the dog, rubbing his head.
“Oh, that’s okay,” she smiled. “It’s nice to see you boys doing something together as a family.” They all laughed, smirking at her sense of humor.
“Is Chaos okay?” asked Nathan.
“Appears to be. You know, with all them fancy gadgets y’all have you might want to think about creating protective vests for the dogs.”
The Redhawk men stared at the older woman shocked that none of them had thought to ask for that very same thing.
“That’s a helluva an idea,” laughed JB. “I’ll make sure to mention it to the team at G.R.I.P.”
“We need to figure out what he meant by that statement,” said Joseph. “The key to all glory and generations of children.”
“We’ll figure it out. For now, I’m going to find my wife and take her home. Can y’all handle this?”
“We got it,” nodded Nathan. “I think we need to do an autopsy on this guy and see if he was on anything. He looked completely crazed and high on something.”
“He kept waving Saylor’s picture around. How would he know she was here?” Trak looked at his sons, grandson, great-grandsons and more.
“We’ll find out.”