Page 11 of Maverick
“I’ll text it to you. Need reinforcements?”
“Chaos, Beast and Animal.”
Trojan hung up and I made my move. Hardy was going to regret the day he ever laid a hand on her.
Maverick
Animal, Chaos and Beast were already waiting for me outside the mansion that I knew the fucker lived in. I checked my gun was loaded and the safety was off, before I headed over to Chaos.
“You sure about this, brother?” he asked.
“Deadly. He put his hands on a woman, and is holding her son hostage.”
They didn’t need to know the full truth, because even I didn’t know it. Not yet. They just needed to know the kid was in danger.
“Say less,” Beast said, angrily. He pulled his gun out and did his checks, just as Animal did. Chaos nodded and checked his own piece.
Pushing down the rage was a mission, but I had to think about Van. Fuck knows what a man like Hardy would do to him if he was okay with putting his wife in the hospital. She didn’t even have anyone with her.
Animal and Beast made a move to head toward the back of the mansion. We were lucky that Trojan was on hand to take the security feed down, but it meant we would need to work fast to locate Van.
“Mind telling me why we’re rescuing some kid from here?” Chaos asked, waiting for the all clear from Trojan.
“I’ll tell you after.”
Chaos nodded. “Prez is preoccupied right now, but he will notice if you start side shit without his approval. He’d be on board with this, why keep him out of it.”
“As you said, he’s preoccupied.”
Chaos sighed. “You’ll keep us apprised if things go south, yeah?”
“Of course,” I shot back, annoyed it was even a question. That was what he was good at though. He’d always had a way of reading you, just like me, but he’d been good at getting under my skin which pissed me off. No one had ever been able to do that.
He looked down at his watch and up at me. “It’s time. Fifteen.”
I nodded and headed into the now darkened porch. The door was electronic, which meant when Trojan brought down the power, it unlocked. Fucking useless piece of crap. You’re meant to have a back up generator for this shit.
We headed inside, a torch on Chaos’s neck to lead the way. We took the hallways quickly, moving toward the only sound in the house.
A boy crying.
I headed toward it, my chest clenching at the sound of terror in his tears. Without a care for myself, I followed the terrified cries until I got to a door. It was locked from the outside. What the actual fuck?
I raised my knee up and kicked at the door. Once. Twice, and finally on the third, the wood splintered around the lock. I pulled my phone from my pocket and lit up the torch to see Van bundled up in his bed, tears marking his little cheeks.
“Hey,” I softened my voice. “Hey, Van, do you remember me?”
Slowly, he looked at me, his eyebrows furrowing for a moment before he saw me. He nodded. “Dust line…”
Fuck, he was good. He remembered the name of the car garage. Man, that filled me with pride. He’d remembered because he had enjoyed his time there.
“Yes, good boy. Are you hurt?”
He shook his head. “My mama was crying, but I don’t hear her now.”
“That’s okay. I know where she is, bud. Do you want to go see her?”
He nodded. “He will come. He hurts Mum sometimes.”
