Page 49 of Talon (Road Rebels MC 2)
It took two attempts to kick it in, just as the others joined me. The firings had stopped on either side. It was evident that the Dragon Knights inside were trying to either run out of the back as we approached, or they were now looking for places to hide inside the house.
“They’re going to regret ever touching her,” I growled, and I took a step into the dark, cold house. My brothers were right behind me.
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The house was deathly quiet inside. The fuckers had clearly taken cover like the bunch of pussies that they were. The four of us had walked in with our guns pointed forward, even though we couldn’t be sure if any of the Dragon Knights were still in the house.
I was hoping that I’d walk into the house and hear Sage’s voice or see her immediately, but she was nowhere in sight. What if my brothers were right? What if they had taken her somewhere else? What if they had used her pickup as a lure for me? What if this was another trap. We couldn’t change our minds now, we were already in the house.
“Come out come out, wherever you are. Motherfuckers!” Tank shouted, in a mock sweet tone. It’s not like we were expecting a response, but it was for them to know that we were in the house now. And as much as they tried to hide, if they were still in here, they wouldn’t be able to for long.
Flashes of scenes of Sage being held, being stripped, being “trained” ran through my head and I could feel my breathing quickening. All I needed was for her to still be alive, and I knew I would do anything to get her out of there, no matter what the consequences. If it was me they wanted, they were going to get me.
The four of us had spread out around the house, walking slowly. I had my gun pointed in front of me, and I whipped around and sideways with every pin drop.
I could feel drops of sweat trickling down my eyelashes from my forehead, and I realized that I hadn’t blinked in a while. I didn’t want to miss a single opportunity.
A shot rang out in a different room. It was Gunner. I ran into the room, to see him running into what looked like could have been the kitchen.
“I saw one of them!” he barked at me, just as the others joined us in the room.
We were gathered in a circular group, pointing our guns in every direction now.
“They could have run out of the back,” Tank said, but I could sense they were here. Sage was still here.
“Sage!” I shouted her name, but I didn’t hear a voice in response. Not even a muffled cry or a sob.
“Sage! It’s Glock!” I shouted again, and nothing again.
A bullet zinged past us, and I saw Hunter grab his arm, it had grazed him.
“Fuck!” he growled and fired in the direction of the shot, and just behind a wall, one of the Dragon Knights members fell to the floor. We could only see his head on the ground, and we rushed to him. He was alone and clutching his knee where Tank’s bullet had caught him. I flipped him on his back and pressed my boot down hard on his throat.
“Where’s Sage? Where are you holding her?” I barked at him, keeping my gun pointed at his head.
“Fuck you!” he got out and pressed his eyes in pain. Another shot was fired at Tank, and Gunner ran towards the other room, chasing after the guy who had fired at us. Hunter remained with me.
“Answer the man, you motherfucker!” Hunter barked and kicked the guy’s leg which made him moan and groan, and he clutched his knee harder.
“Where is she? Where did you take her?” I pushed harder down on his throat and moved my gun right to his head. I wanted him to know that I wasn’t kidding around. He opened his eyes wide at me, bloodshot dark eyes. He was writhing in pain and anger at the same time. Did they think they were invincible? Did they really think that we wouldn’t get them?
“Okay, why don’t we warm you up with a different question? How many of you fucking assholes were holed up in here?” Hunter asked him and kicked his leg again. He winced and tried to roll away, but my boot kept him on the ground.
We could still hear the firings in the background. Gunner and Tank were in a crossfire with some other guys.
“Four,” the man groaned and pressed his eyes closed again.
“Good boy. Now, tell us, where are you holding the girls?” Hunter asked him, with a sizzling voice and I kept my gun pointed at his ugly head.
“Where is she? I’m not going to fucking ask you again. Where are you holding Sage?” I growled louder at him and bent down to press the barrel of my gun right at his temple.
“Okay, okay, she’s with Brick,” he said, holding his hands up in defense. I looked up at Hunter, whose eyes were wide.
“Where is Brick? Give me the address!” I shouted, and the guy’s nostrils were flared.
“Speak up!” Hunter growled and kicked his knee again, which made him moan again.
“He’s here. They’re here. In the basement,” he finally said.
I looked at Hunter, who tipped his head once.
“Go! I’ll hold the fort here,” he whispered to me in the dark, and I was gone, running down the hallway and looking for the door that would lead me downstairs.
Chapter 18
Sage
It wasn’t just me who had realized that the Bad Disciples had found the house. The man with the scar on his face jumped in my direction and pulled me up off the floor. I struggled to be released and screamed until my lungs hurt, but I knew that Glock wouldn’t hear me screaming over the sound of gunfire.
“Shut up, bitch!” the man growled, clasping a hand on my mouth. He was standing behind me now, with his back against the wall. With one hand, he was holding me in position, his arm was twisted around my belly, and I could feel the strength of his muscles digging into my flesh.
He used his other hand to keep my voice muffled so that no matter how much I squealed and screeched, my voice didn’t even leave the room.
I was convinced that Glock wouldn’t find me here. We could hear the gunfire upstairs, then silence for a few minutes before another shot rang out. It was several minutes before I heard the faint sound of Glock’s voice, calling out my name. Then silence again.
When I heard Glock’s voice, I wriggled in the man’s grip again.
“Shut up! Be quiet, or I’ll choke you!” he warned me, his voice hissed in my ears. I tried to move my leg to kick him, but his arm around my waist tightened causing my breath to rush out of my body.
I’d been holding back my tears for so long, that now they pricked the back of my eyelids painfully, desperate to come pouring down my cheeks. The rope was digging into the soft flesh of my wrists too, but I kept pulling. I was hoping that the binds would give way so that I could whip around and
smack the man across his face.
Casey was cowering in the corner, flinching with every sound of a gun, crying but trying to stay quiet so that she could please the man.
“I should have known your hero would come looking for you soon,” the man growled. He had prepared himself for an attack, using me as a human shield. I had a feeling that he wasn’t armed because if he were, he would have had his gun out by now.
Even through my tears, I could feel a smile creeping up on my face. This idiot is going to die. Glock was going to kill him; I kept repeating to myself.
“You’re going to do as I say, or you’ll get killed, do you hear me?” he growled into my ear. His arm around my body sent chills down my spine. I could feel his cock in his pants too, digging into my ass. I wished I was wearing heels so I could just poke a hole straight through his foot; but the men had even taken my sneakers off, along with my denim jacket. I was in jeans and my thin cotton t-shirt, which now had a few rips in it. Glock was going to kill him, I told myself again. The thought gave me some comfort, enough comfort to keep my tears back.
We all heard the footsteps on the stairs at the same time. I knew that the man had heard it too because I could sense his body tensing up. His grip around my stomach became tighter, and his clasp on my mouth became stronger. I tried screaming again, but my voice was still muffled.
There was a kick on the metal door, then another kick and it went crashing open. I screeched again when I saw Glock at the top of the steps. It was dark, but we had both seen each other.
“Sage!” he shouted, and he took a few slow steps down, with his gun pointed in our direction. He could see the man standing behind me, holding me in position.
“Ah, you must be the famous Glock! I’ve heard so much about you,” the man said, and even though he was trying to sound casual, I could sense the nervousness in his voice.
“Let her go,” Glock growled as he took a few more steps down.
The man was angling me to match Glock’s movement, making sure that he was shielded by my body at all times.
