THE HOPE BROTHERS: The Bad Boys of Sugar Hill

by Honey Palomino

  He towered over me, his gun dugging painfully into my ribs as he pushed me out of the elevator. The hallway was empty.

  When we reached the door of his suite, he dug in his pocket for his wallet, and fished the key out of it. I waited silently, watching for some chance to escape, some opportunity for a miracle that would get me out of this mess and let me get back to my father.

  The thought of him lying there bleeding and alone was killing me. If anything happened to him, I didn’t know what I would do.

  Lincoln’s hands were shaking, and he dropped the card key as he tried to insert it into the door lock. He reached down to get it, and just as I was on the verge of taking a chance and kneeing him in the face, a door opened down the hall.

  I turned and saw a man and a woman emerge from the room. When they turned towards us, our eyes met. Lee Haggard and Eva Montgomery looked like a couple of deer caught in headlights as they gazed down the hallway at me. I had never been so happy to see either of them in my life.

  Lincoln glanced at them quickly, put the key in the slot, and pushed me into his room, locking the door behind us before I could say anything.

  As I looked around the hotel suite, littered with empty bottles of booze, what looked like the remnants of lines of cocaine on the glass coffee table, and several guns and boxes of ammunition stacked neatly in the corner, I knew the only thing that would save me was indeed a miracle.

  And now, it appeared the only chance I had at that miracle would come in the form of a womanizing hell-raiser with the most scandalous reputation in all of Sugar Hill.

  Save me, Lee, I prayed silently.

  If he didn’t act soon, I was dead.

  CHAPTER THIRTY TWO

  Crit

  The cops wouldn’t let me inside Ruby’s house, so we met back up at the Haggard’s house. I called Georgia, Seth and Jesse and had them meet me there.

  “We’ve got to spread out and search this entire town!” I roared. My heart was throbbing, adrenaline soared through my veins, and I was on the verge of losing it completely, but I forced myself into organizing everyone else so we could find Ruby as fast as possible.

  I’d die if anything happened to her. This was all my fault. If only I had kept my cool around LaCroix, none of this would have happened. If only I had kept Ruby close to me, none of this would have happened. It was a horrible chain of events and I blamed nobody but myself.

  “Call everyone you know,” I barked to the crowd standing in the Haggard’s living room. Hank had gathered all the farm hands from both of our farms, and his entire extended family. “Get your friends and family to help you. They can’t have gone far. Someone has to have seen something. Ruby needs us, we can’t let her down.”

  Georgia’s eyes met mine, and my heart broke as I saw the tears falling down my little sister’s face.

  “We’re going to find her, y’all. We have to. And Mr. Rust is going to be okay, too. They took him to the best hospital in Houston. We just have to focus. Call me if you see or hear anything at all, right away! Go, go!” I demanded.

  The crowd broke up, as my family surrounded me. Beau put his arms around Georgia, and I watched as she cried in his arms. I turned away quickly. As far as I was concerned, there wasn’t time for tears.

  “I gotta go,” I said, heading for the door.

  “Where are you going to search?” Beau asked.

  “I have no idea,” I said. “Everywhere.”

  “Let us come with you,” Georgia said. “Please, Crit?”

  “Sure, George,” I replied. “Why don’t you two search the area around Sugar Hill lake?” I said to Seth and Jesse.

  “Will do,” Seth replied, as they turned away.

  Georgia, Beau and I walked out of the house together, and headed to my truck. We passed Hank, as he stood on the porch.

  “We’re gonna find her, son,” he said, putting his arm on my shoulder. “Don’t you worry. I’m putting out feelers everywhere. Somebody will spot them. I’m going to call Lee and get him searching, too.”

  “I sure hope you’re right, sir,” I replied. There was nothing that was going to keep me from finding Ruby. If only I knew where to start, I thought.

  We turned to walk away as Hank began dialing. When I heard his voice after Lee answered, I stopped in my tracks.

  “Lee! Slow down! Where are you?”

  CHAPTER THIRTY THREE

  Lee

  “Was that Ruby Rae?” Eva asked.

  “I think it was,” I replied, heading down the hallway before Eva put an arm on my hand.

  “Stop, Lee,” she whispered.

  “Why? Something’s not right, and for fuck’s sake, she looked like she was covered in blood!”

  “I agree. Which is why I told you to stop! We should call the police.”

  “The police? Who? Your husband?” I asked.

  “Oh,” she said, the color draining from her face. “Fuck.”

  “Right.”

  “Well, you can’t just bust in there, what if she’s in danger?”

  “That’s the very reason I should bust in there, Eva!”

  “No, Lee! What if he has a gun?”

  “What do you suggest I do then? Other than call the Houston police, who will surely call the Sugar Hill police in turn.”

  “I don’t know,” she said, her worried gaze traveling down the hallway. My phone buzzed in my pocket, and I sighed with relief when I saw it was my father. He would know what to do.

  “Dad,” I answered. “I need your help.”

  CHAPTER THIRTY FOUR

  Ruby

  “Sit down,” Lincoln snarled, finally lowering the gun and ending the stabbing pain in what I was sure were my now bruised ribs.

  I sat on the couch, watching him as he ran around the suite drawing the drapes closed and turning off the lights, leaving us in a dimly lit darkness that turned his features into a creepy shadow.

  Why did I ever agree to go out with this man? How could I have not felt how dangerous he was? Was I really that naive? I was sick with worry about my father, and the fear hit me with overwhelming force.

  Tears began streaming down my face, and I began shaking all over, the cold grip of shock taking over my body.

  “Shut up!” Lincoln barked. I hadn’t realized I was making any noises at all, but his voice jarred me out of my trance. “I can’t fucking think!”

  “Let me help you,” I whispered, trying a gentle approach. “What’s going on, Lincoln? There’s got to be a different solution than this.”

  He looked over at me, his eyes flashing with anger.

  “You wouldn’t even understand. What do you know about insider trading?” he asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “That’s what I thought.”

  “So, you’re in trouble? Is that it? You did something illegal?”

  “Woman, my whole life is illegal, okay? Now you’re smack dab in the middle of it.”

  “Tell me more. I don’t understand, but explain it to me. Maybe we can think of something together.” I tried to keep the desperation out of my voice. It was obvious he was on the verge of a break down, and since I had a strong urge to stay alive, I didn’t want to do anything to add to his agitation.

  “Tell you more?” he asked. “Do you think you can psychoanalyze me, Ruby?”

  “No, Lincoln, that’s not it. I just want to help you out of this. What’s going on?”

  “The feds are coming for me, that’s what’s going on. As soon as they trace my credit card and see that I’m in this hotel, they’ll be coming here for me.”

  “Okay, so maybe we should go somewhere else where they can’t find you, then?” What the hell was I saying?

  “That’s just it. There’s no time. I have no money to escape, they’ve frozen all of my assets. And they did it before I could get to any of it. I had no idea this was coming. They blindsided me, got my assistant to turn against me, all behind my back.” He stood up and began pacing the room angrily, his gun waving in the air, striking fear in
my heart with every haphazard gesture. “You see, Ruby, here’s the thing. It all comes down to loyalty. Nobody is loyal to anyone else anymore. Everyone’s just looking out for themselves. I thought my assistant was my partner, that she would be with me for the long haul, that she would have my back when the shit hit the fan. I was wrong,” he said. His eyes were distant and dark. “I was dead wrong.”

  My heart filled with dread at his words.

  “So what is your plan?” I asked, terrified of what I knew the answer would be.

  “My plan is to wait. When they come for me, I’ll use you, and your life, as leverage to get what I want.”

  “And what is it that you want, Lincoln?”

  “It’s simple. Freedom.”

  “And what if they won’t give you that?” I asked.

  “Then we’ll both die,” he replied, with an easy shrug.

  CHAPTER THIRTY FIVE

  Crit

  The tires of my truck skidded as I rounded the corner of the entrance to the Four Seasons Hotel. A caravan followed behind me, made up of Hank’s Ford, Beau’s Chevy, and Seth, Jesse and George in Dad’s old truck, and Barnard Johnson’s Buick trailing behind. Hank had called him before he heard from Lee, hoping he might have an address for LaCroix. He showed up at the Haggard’s right as we were leaving.

  We parked and trailed into the hotel lobby looking like a pack of frantic disheveled hillbillies. I ignored the looks the doormen gave us and ran up to Lee, who was waiting in the lobby for us.

  “What the hell is going on?” he asked.

  “Where’s Ruby?” I growled impatiently.

  “Why are you so hell bent on saving Ruby Rust, Crit?” he asked, squinting his eyes suspiciously.

  “Because I’m fucking in love with her, goddammit!” The collective gasp I heard behind me made me turn around. “Yeah, now y’all know. Is it really that much of a fucking surprise?”

  “Well it is to me, considering she’s my best friend and I’m your sister, for goodness sake!” Georgia replied, her eyes wide with shock.

  “I’ll explain later. But right now Ruby needs us, so are you going to take me to her or not, Lee?”

  “Let’s go,” he said, turning and walking to the elevators. He pressed the button for the tenth floor and we all piled into the elevator.

  “Shouldn’t we call the cops?” Barnard asked.

  “Fuck the cops,” I said. “There’s no time!”

  “Now, son, we need to take the time to really think about this. Lincoln is dangerous. He already shot Ruby’s father, this isn’t a situation we should barrel into half-cocked and unprepared.”

  “I’m prepared,” Seth said, as he pulled a gun out of his jacket.

  “What the hell, Seth?” Georgia asked.

  “George, you know I don’t leave the house without this thing. You can never be too sure,” he replied with a shrug.

  “Please don’t shoot anyone, Seth,” she pleaded. “I can’t take anymore fucking death!”

  “As long as I don’t have to protect myself or anyone else, I won’t,” he replied, as the elevator doors opened.

  “I’m prepared, too,” I said, as I pulled my gun from my jacket.

  “For fuck’s sake, we’re all going to die,” Georgia said.

  “Which way, Lee?” I asked, ignoring her.

  “What’s your plan?” Lee asked, standing in front of me, his arms crossed, blocking my way.

  “My plan is to beat the shit out of this guy and get Ruby away from him safely,” I said.

  “You think he’s just going to open the door and let you in? Don’t be naive, Crit.”

  “Look,” I said, grabbing him by the neck of his shirt, anger pulsing through my veins. “I appreciate what you did for Jesse, I really do, man. You helped our family in unmeasurable ways. But if you don’t tell me right this fucking minute where my girlfriend is, I’m gonna rip your goddamned head off.”

  “It’s your life, man. Suite 1015,” he replied, shrugging me off. I ran down the hallway, my vision clouded by Ruby’s face, Ruby’s sweet eyes, her heavenly smile. If LaCroix had hurt her, I’d —

  The sound of a gun going off stopped all of us in our tracks. I hesitated for half a second, then began banging on the door and shouting.

  “Ruby! Ruby!” I screamed. The door was locked, and no matter how hard I threw myself against it, it didn’t budge.

  “Crit! I’m okay,” Ruby cried from the other side of the door, relief spreading through my veins at the sound of her voice.

  “Shut up!” LaCroix’s voice sounded through the door. “Get out of here, Hope! This has nothing to do with you!”

  “LaCroix open this fucking door right now!” I yelled, banging on the door.

  Another shot rang out and I jumped back away from the door.

  “Ruby!” I hollered. I heard her crying through the door. “Please stop, Lincoln!” she cried.

  “Those were warning shots, motherfucker!” Lincoln yelled through the door. “Now get away before I hurt her. Like I said, this has nothing to do with you. As long as I get what I want, Ruby gets out alive.”

  “And what is it you want?” I yelled.

  “I just want to get out of here,” he replied, his voice muffled.

  “What the hell are you talking about? Who’s stopping you? All you have to do is let Ruby go.” The elevator doors dinged down the hall and we all turned to see a group of cops come running towards us with their guns drawn.

  “Get away from the door!” they yelled, surrounding us.

  “You have to save her!” I yelled, as they pushed us back down the hallway.

  CHAPTER THIRTY SIX

  Ruby

  “Lincoln, you don’t have to do this,” I pleaded, as he tied my hands behind my back. He had sat me down on the sofa, forcing me to put my hands behind my back while he tied them with a sash from the drapes.

  The sounds of muffled voices outside the door had gone away, and with it Crit’s voice, too. The silence terrified me.

  Being alone with Lincoln terrified me. The wild look in his eyes terrified me even more.

  The phone rang behind us, startling us both.

  Lincoln answered it on the third ring.

  “What?” he answered. He paused, listening for a moment before unleashing a laundry list of demands.

  “I want a private plane, a pilot, a hundred thousand dollars and clearance to get out of the country,” he said. “I have a bomb in here, ready to blow at my command. You have an hour to get me what I want or this whole place goes up in flames. If anyone tries to get in, Ruby dies.”

  My eyes widened at his words. I looked around the suite frantically for a bomb, but I saw nothing that looked remotely like one. My eyes trailed to the bedroom door, wondering what was behind it. Lincoln slammed down the phone, and walked over to me, his gun still in his hand.

  “It’s such a shame,” he sneered creepily, lifting one of my curls in his fingers and pushing it away from my face. “You’re so pretty, Ruby. You could have had a nice life with me.” His hand cupped my cheek as he looked down at me.

  My stomach wrenched in disgust. His touch sickened me, and the look in his eyes would have struck fear in the most courageous person. I had to figure out a way out of here.

  I only had one weapon to use.

  He laughed, and turned away. I watched him walk over to a bar in the corner and pour himself a drink.

  “I almost got away with it all, you know,” he said, raising his glass casually “and I still might. If I can get to the Cayman Islands, I’m set. I have a king’s ransom stashed away there. And they’ll never come for me there.”

  “Let me come with you,” I said, suddenly.

  “Yeah, right,” he laughed. “How stupid do you think I am?”

  “I don’t think you’re stupid at all. You’re right. It’s about loyalty. I think we’d make a good team. Let me help you.”

  “How could you help me?” he asked.

  “I could help you get out of
here. Help you get away. If you agreed to take me with you.”

  “Why would I do that?” he asked, his eyes narrowed suspiciously.

  I pulled myself to my feet, my hands still tied behind my back, and walked over to him. I stood right in front of him, my face inches from his, the smell of whiskey hitting me hard.

  “Because you want me,” I whispered, pressing my chest into him brazenly. “Because I want you. You turn me on, you have from the very first time I saw you. I was just confused about Crit, but you’re right. He’s just a small town cowboy. He’s not like you. You’re sophisticated. Rich.” I paused, my eyes peering into his, and licked my lips seductively. “Sexy.”

  His eyes widened slightly, his lips parted as he drank in my words, sizing me up, measuring my sincerity. I held his gaze and then bit my bottom lip.

  “Why the change of heart?” he asked.

  “Because, like I said, you’re right. You were right about everything. My father is an alcoholic. I’m stuck taking care of him because my mother left me with him. I would be better off without him. And Crit, too. He just uses me for sex, that’s all. He doesn’t really care about me. And I don’t care about him.”

  “Is that so?” he asked. He was loosing it, his eyes frantic, little beads of sweat popping up on his forehead as he watched me. Bravely, I smiled at him, pushing my breasts into his chest a little harder.

  “Yes. I swear. Come on,” I whispered. “Untie me. Let’s have some fun before we figure this out. I’ll tell them I’m coming out, that I’ve knocked you out somehow. While I distract them, you can disappear. I’ll catch up with you later, and we can leave together.”

  “You think that will work?” he asked.

  “Of course. But first, I’m dying to finish what we started the other night. I’ve wanted you since I first met you, Lincoln,” I said, slowly blinking my eyes at him. “Untie me so I can show you how much.”

  He paused another moment, downed the whiskey in his glass, and ran his hand through his hair.

  “You’re something, aren’t you, Ruby?” he asked.