Page 7 of Ash (Dragon Riders MC 3)
My face fell. “You tell me this now?”
His phone lit up. “All right. On my count. Ready?”
I holstered my gun. “Ready.”
“One… two… three!”
I slipped out of the bush and saw moving shadows following my every move. I inched my way to the main cabin while some of the other moving shadows slid around back. A warm presence appeared at my side before someone tapped me on the shoulder, and I recognized the rhythm.
Sly.
“You snake around back and try to jimmy the windows. Keep your eyes peeled. I’ll go in through the front,” I whispered.
He double-tapped my shoulder to confirm, then he set off.
It only took me one good stretch of a step to get up the front porch. But getting inside was a bit trickier. I didn’t hear gunshots popping off yet, however that didn’t mean I wouldn't have to use them. I eased the cabin door open and found the main room completely empty. There was food cooking on the stove, so I knew someone would be back eventually. However, I didn’t run into anyone upon entry into the place.
Perfect.
I kept my footsteps as silent as possible as I cleared every corner and every room in the place. With my gun at my side and my ears peeled for any possible sound, I didn’t even hear Sly wrapping around the back of the place. I inched down the hallway, peeking my head around corners and through doors to see if I could spot the girls.
Then, I heard a gun cock.
“Stay right there,” the voice warned.
I froze, but excited energy filled my gut.
“Now, turn around real slow. Keep that gun where I can see it.”
I held my hands up and turned around before coming face to face with a man that didn’t look like a Golden Jag or like a drugged-up idiot. He was short and stout, but rough around the edges. With a mean look on his face and a scar that cut straight down the middle.
These are the trafficker guys.
“Now, give me that gun.”
I snickered. “No can do, sir.”
He held out his hand. “Give me the gun or you die.”
“What makes you think I’m scared of dyin’?”
He went to reach for my gun and I almost laughed. I dropped my gun and gripped his wrist, pulling him close against my body. I wrapped my other free arm around his neck as I spun him around, shoving him directly against the hallway wall. I pressed my knee into the small of his back. I choked his neck so tightly his gun dropped from his hand. I closed my eyes and dreamt of my favorite place as he shivered and trembled in my arms.
Then, I opened my eyes once he fell limp.
“Great,” I murmured to myself.
I dropped the man like a sack of potatoes and picked up the guns. With mine in my holster and his slid around behind my back, I charged down the hallway. I shoved open doors and stomped as loudly as I could, trying to see if I could get the girls to respond in any way.
But once I came to a door that had three locks on the outside, I knew I had found them.
Bingo.
I pulled the man’s silenced gun out from around my back and took three quick shots at the locks. Soft gasps and whispers sounded behind the door as it slowly fell open, revealing a small room with girls sitting and standing on every surface. Those who were sitting quickly scrambled to their feet. And as I scanned the crowd, my eyes fell onto a familiar woman.
A very busty, very angry, very scared woman.
“Ash, thank fuck,” Slash said.
I held up my hand. “Until we get you guys back, I call the shots. Got it?”
Slash nodded. “Got it.”
My hand fell to my side. “Good.”
“Uh, someone’s been trying to get in through the window?”
A very annoyed voice caught my ear and I turned my head toward the sound. And when I first laid my eyes on her, my heart stopped in my chest. With eyes the color of honey and short, cropped hair dyed red, she looked like the epitome of “out of place.” With thick hips, round breasts, and clothes that clung to her every curve, I found myself incapable of looking away.
Until I heard a fist bang against the window.
“See?” the girl asked. “Like that.”
The sound snapped me from my trance. “Hold on.”
I pushed through the throng of girls and gripped the window with my fingertips. I wrenched up once and felt it cracking, but it didn’t budge. I gritted my teeth and yanked upwards again, and it actually moved. Slightly, at least. But after one last good tug upward, the window flew open.
Before Sly shoved his head in.
“I see you found them,” he said.
I nodded. “How are the guys?”
He shrugged. “Hell if I know. You want to get them out the window? Or…?”
