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by Di'Nisha Robinson


  I lifted smoothly off the garage, turning away from the train station and calling into the local airstrip. I used the call sign that Tink had assigned my flight, acting like the media. They granted my access, and Dario let Victor know where to follow me.

  The hurry up and fucking wait feel of things made me uneasy. The loss of my girl made me feel empty. I wanted to storm the asshole's house right then, taking the lives of anyone that had played just the minimal part in this shit.

  "Easy, pretty boy," Ross soothed from the co-pilot seat. "We’ll find her, you know that.”

  "I know," I stated firmly. Of all the things I knew, I had faith that my Alyssa would fight to give us something. Her determination to protect Juan was almost deadly. It was all that was keeping her from losing it, and that I completely understood.

  “I just don’t fucking get it.” Ross sighed stamping her foot. “It’s never gone down like this.”

  “It’s like everything went wrong at once.” Macon reiterated. “Fucking stream of bad luck.”

  Dario sighed, “What if it wasn’t luck…” I think he meant it as an errant thought, but my ears perked the fuck up as well as Victor’s, the car slightly swerving below me.

  “What do you mean Dario?” I demanded.

  He sighed and there was a silence in my ear before he spoke up. “Look, I don’t want to cause trouble. Or bear false witness kid, but I was coming up from the rear of the park, and I got a pretty good look of the van that drove away.”

  “And...” I demanded waiting with everyone else.

  He sighed again. “From where Iwas standingthough I can’t be sure because that place was crazybut it didn’t look like Hunter was pushed into Victor. It looked like he dove on Vic to stop the shot on purpose.”

  My blood boiled, at the thought of him sabotaging her rescue. I gripped the controls of the chopper until my knuckles were white. “You ok bro?” Ross asked looking at me.

  “How sure are you?” Macon asked, borderline angry and borderline careful about what would happen next, because he was a dead mean if Dario gave me the wrong answer.

  “About eighty percent.”

  In that second the SUV whipped around on the road. Heading back south towards D.C., and I banked doing the same.

  “Where in the hell is he?” I hissed.

  “He should be heading back towards the Gravity office.” Macon answered.

  I sighed, “Mack, get my Dad and Jackson back there as soon as they are done, I want some fucking answers.”

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  Normally when a person has had a few hours to cool off and think, they tended to approach a situation a lot more calmly. Not me, I was more fired up every mile that it took me to get back. My dad, Jackson, Danny, and Jeff were there by the time the five of us made it to Gravity.

  “What’s going on, son?” My dad asked seeing the distress in my face.

  I saw Hunter huddled up with the girls in hushed conversation and I just lost it. I didn’t even answer him, I just walked over, spun him around, and punched him right in the jaw.

  “Adrian!” Doc gasped, and no one stopped me from doing it again, and the a third time.

  My hand on his throat pressing him against the table kept him from getting up. “Did you do it?!” I accused punching him again.

  “Stop Adrian!” Tink ordered trying to pull me off of him, but her four foot nine frame barely moved me.

  “Leave him alone,” Kristen demanded using her lower shin to clip the spot behind my knee making me buckle just enough for her to hook her index finger onto the inside of my mouth, turning me, striking two flat palms against my sternum, followed by my clavicles, and one quick finish to the base of my throat.

  I had forgotten that she was damn near a black belt in everything, especially since the baby she hadn’t had a need for it. She knew exactly what to do to disable me, and she didn’t do it by strength. It happened so fast that I barely saw the shit, but man did I feel it. It didn’t hurt, but it knocked the wind out of me and I was leaning over the table, coughing, trying to breath.

  “Thanks for the fucking help guys.” Kristen spat sarcastically as she helped Doc and Tink get Hunter up.

  “What the fuck is going on?” Danny demanded as Doc disappeared and came back with an ice pack and a few rags to clean as much blood off of him as she could.

  I was still coughing, “Tell …themwhat the fuck you did. …You did it didn’t you? Tell him how you stopped Victor from helping Alyssa, that you let her get taken.”

  Hunter put the icepack on his eye. “I didn’t have a fucking choice!” He groaned somewhat pissed as he wiped blood from his nose.

  “Damn it!” Victor’s large frame came at him, but Tink and Doc jumped in between him, knowing that he wouldn’t hurt a lady ever, even it if were accidental in trying to get to what he really wanted.

  Doc’s controlling voice took over. “Easy boys.”

  “How in the hell can you defend him Tawny?” Dario hissed when Victor stepped back.

  Macon joined in, “He let Chance get kidnapped.”

  “Chance!” Jackson reiterated.

  My dad had a low hiss in his voice. “Do you know what you’ve done Grayson?”

  “What we helped him to do.” Tink revealed, and my mouth dropped to the fucking floor.

  Kristen explained, “It’s what she asked us to do. It was the plan all along.”

  “Chance had a feeling that they would screw her over, and she needed to get to those kids. Them taking her was the only way to do it.” Hunter continued sniffing, wiping blood from his nose.

  “We chipped her, lined her clothes with a few things, and ran as much interference as we could.” Doc explained.

  Ross figured it out the same time that I did. “All the shit that went wrong today.”

  “I distorted our frequencies.” Tink admitted.

  Kristen continued. “Doc and I sent you all the wrong way.”

  “And I…tackled Victor.” Hunter admitted again waiting for someone to jump at him.

  My head was swimming, I couldn’t think. Not only was Alyssa taken to god knows were, but she was fucking handed over to them by our own. On top of that she did it without me, again. “You guys didn’t say shit.”

  “Would you all have let her leave?” Doc asked looking at all of us. Truthno, it would have been a cold day in hell before I let her out of my sight, as well as anyone from Bravo. She was their fucking sister.

  “The shit isn’t right.” Ross argued shaking her head looking at Doc with a mixture of emotions. “We don’t trade the people we love by offering up other loved ones.”

  “Well what did you guys have in mind!?” Doc fumed, her chocolate eyes demanding. “Something needed to be done, and Cam is out for justice, you all are out for revenge, which is great, but I’m out for Juanrevenge later.

  No one forced Chance, she did it willingly, knowing everything that it could possibly entail. I have a son that has been missing for over a week, with three crazy people and god knows who else. He has asthma with no inhaler, and he’s scared with his friend and no means of defending themselves.

  Yes, Alyssa has been kidnapped before, and yes that worries me, but she’s lethal fucking machine armed or not and is capable of fighting to survive. She begged us to make this happen, not the other way around. So if you’re upset, take it up with her when she gets back with my son!”

  There was a silence, no one knew how to react, I was practically shaking with anger, fear, and pain. Fear that Alyssa wouldn’t come back, anger towards my friends, and Hunter, for letting her do this, and pain that she and my friends kept it from me. But she was right, Chance was a fighter.

  “What is her plan?” My dad asked, though the tension was still there.

  Tink took that one, “She is going to let them take her where they want. When she sees the kids, she’s going to take them to safety, and she’ll use one of her chips as a signal that she as them and she is ready for us to come get
her.”

  “Then that’s the plan we follow.” My Dad sighed in defeat. “But Son, you and the guys should still head north to be closer.”

  I nodded. “My guys, clean up, we head out in ten minutes.”

  “Were going to stay here and see if we can get a facial recognition on the driver through Hunter’s system at the Pentagon” Tink announced.

  “Let’s go get you leaned up.” Doc offered leading Hunter down the hall to Chance’s office.

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  "Thanks, kid. I was starving," Dario grunted as he took an enormous bite of a fast food burger. "You might as well park back here for now," he mumbled with his mouth full.

  I nodded, parking in the back shaded area of the restaurant's parking lot. It faced the two lane highway we'd been traveling on, but once the sun had started to set, everyone in the car complained about empty fucking stomachs.

  "Eat, Playboy," Ross piped up from the back seat. "You're gonna need it, Adrian."

  No one was talking about the betrayal that happened a few hours before from half of our fucking team members, our partners, and lovers. For some reason we just took to Alyssa’s plan like it had been the one from the start. I suppose it was because they weren’t exactly wrong. We had been double crossed, and they were just the ones that prepared for it. "Fine," I sighed, taking the burger she was handing me.

  What I wanted was a stiff drink, something to take the edge off, but I couldn't do that. I needed to stay sharp, stay alert. I wanted Tink to call and tell me Alyssa had activated the GPS trackers. I wanted to find both my girl and those kids and go the fuck home. And ifno, wheneither of those things happened, I needed to be sober and ready.

  We'd dropped off my chopper a few hours prior, making sure we had everything we needed out of it before leaving it. Once we'd checked back in with Tink, she told us to start north. Apparently, Chance had yet to turn on either of the GPS chips.

  "I fucking hate this waiting shit," Victor muttered, wadding up his burger wrapper and taking a long drink from his cup. "I'd rather just…fight."

  I snorted, turning toward the back seat to look at him. "No shit," I huffed.

  "Damn, you don't think...the chip isn’t working" he gasped, his eyes wide. Thinking of Juan’s watch.

  "No, definitely not this time," I chuckled, rolling my eyes. "Tink and the others have tested those damn things so many times that they're fucking experts."

  "Tracked her ass to the damn grocery store," Dario laughed, his head falling back to the headrest of the front seat. "Tracked her ass to the mall...the movie theater...the woods...you name it. They have put those chips to the test, along with the rest of us. They were using them long before we met them."

  I grinned over at him, remembering it well. The girls were determined never to let something happen when it came to an emergency. It was like a statewide game of hide and seek around the time Juan was here, which had resulted in Tink becoming damn good at narrowing down location, direction, and even satellite image.

  I sighed deeply again, taking a sip of soda. "No...this is just...waiting."

  The phone rang, breaking the silence that had settled over all of us. I hit speakerphone, answering, "Talk to me, Tink.”

  "What road are you on?"

  "That county road you told us to stick to. Why?" I asked her, taking another bite of burger I wasn't even fucking tasting.

  "Good, good, good," she chanted, sounding worn out and frustrated. "Stay on that. As you get further north, you'll see some hotels. Call it a hunch, but I have a feeling they stopped around there. They're old, nasty, cheap things from the looks of it, but they serve a purpose to truckers and shit."

  "What have you heard from Liam?" Dario asked her.

  "Not much," she stated. "He called to check in just after he interrogated those guy, and you’re right they were from C&K. They both were loyal to David and Myles, but after they were threatened with being charged with acts of terrorism by Hunter and Cam, they opened up a bit."

  There were a few chuckles in the car, but I asked, "Anything useful?"

  "Same shit we assumed," she answered. “and a number on that farm. You’re looking at about thirty.

  Ross coughed from the backseat. "What? Thirty people? Are you fucking kidding me?"

  "Yes, yes, yes," Tink chortled. "Thirty misguided, angry, antisocial gunslingers that follow Myles, David, Terry, and Zoe like Mary's little lamb. It's ridiculous the place seems to run like a little village or cult or...or..."

  "Commune?" I suggested since she didn’t seem to be able to finish the thought. We needed all of this over before poor Tink had have a nervous breakdown. She barely slept, barely looked away from those computers of hers, and I knew it was because she adored Juan, adding Chance into the mix may just send her over the edge.

  "Exactly! A commune," she huffed exasperatedly. "I've had the satellite on them since you guys finished at the train station. They live in little shacks, though there is a main house. There's a barn, what looks like vegetable fields, a water well, and some livestock. In all reality, I'd be willing to bet that they don't need...town."

  I took my baseball cap off, running my fingers through my hair, only to put the hat back on. "What's the access look like up there?"

  "Bleak," she stated. "One scraggly little dirt road to get up there. Are you asking from an...invasion standpoint?" she asked, giving a little giggle.

  I grinned, because Tink and I worked really well togetherwhen she wasn’t keeping secrets; it had been that way since the first time I'd spoken to her. "Yeah, something like that, pixie."

  "It would take your chopper, ATVs, and some tough fucking hiking to reach it. It's set deep in the woods and pretty high up on the mountain," she replied. "It would be a bitch to go in."

  "Thank you, Tink," I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose.

  "Adrian?" she called.

  "Yeah."

  "From what I can tell...they're fortified up there. It would be a fucking battle maybe not a huge one like last time, but still a battle," her voice sounding nervous.

  "Okay, thanks again. Call me when you know something," I told her, and she ended the call. I shook my head, looking over at Dario "We'd better hope that Alyssa doesn't get taken to that cabin."

  He nodded, wadding up his French fry container and tossing it into the bag with the rest of the garbage. "That won't stop us, kid," he chuckled, gripping my shoulder.

  Victor laughed from the seat behind me, he was in his mid fifties, but he was tough as shit. "Hell, I'm not even sure it would slow us down."

  "No shit," Ross muttered from the backseat.

  I smirked and nodded. "No... No, it wouldn't stop us.

  Chapter 12- Déjà vu

  My tongue felt thick and dry, my headfuzzy. I could hear muffled voices nearby, and I slowlywithout trying to look awaketried to take a physical inventory on my body. I didn't open my eyes as I tried to move, but I seemed to be sitting up in a hard seat, my arms bound behind my back, my feetto the legs of the fairly wobbly chair.

  I felt okay, just groggy from whatever Myles had injected into me, but my head was quickly clearing. I peeked an eye open, taking a quick glance around at what seemed to be a very old, very cheap motel room. It stunk, like old cigarette smoke and cheap cleaner, like stale sheets and spilled beerand pretty recent pizza.

  From where I was, I couldn't see anything other than the window that was covered by old, heavy curtains, but I could at least tell that the sun was about to set. I closed my eyes again when voices rang in from the other room, because apparently, there was dissension among Myles’s little clan.

  "Damn it to hell, David," a male voice hissed. "What the fuck did you give them?"

  "Just some night time cold meds. They wouldn't sit the fuck still!" David yelled back. "Zoe said I could... Hell, they weren't sleeping well at night anyway."

  "Shut up," Zoe snapped, "the both of you. Kris, take them in there with that bitch. Put them on the bed."
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  I waited, holding my breath, because I knew that they were talking about Juan and Cedrick, my heart was about to pound out of my chest. I was going to at least be able to lay eyes on them.

  But a loud, long string of profanities and the sound of something smashing against the wall of the next hotel room caused me to snap my eyes open completely. Fuck the ruse of being asleep; Myles and Zoe had just discovered what was in my bag.

  The door between the two rooms was yanked open, and a fuming Zoe stormed in. "You stupid bitch!" she snarled, and I braced myself, because her hand was raised before she was even close enough to me to strike.

  The hit was open handed and stung my cheek, my head snapping to the left. I grimaced, feeling my chair rock on its legs briefly.

  "What is this shit?" she screamed, holding up clothes and Mr. Bear.

  "Well," I started calmly, taking a deep breath and sitting up straighter, because I knew there would be more hits, "I knew you lacked common care giving sense, so I assumed those boys would need all the help they could get. Am I right?" I asked her, glaring at her with pure hatred.

  God, I really was starting to hate her, and there was no way for me to even try to attempt to hide it.

  She threw the clothes and the stuffed animal on the closest bed and swung on me again; this time, the fist was closed. The legs of my chair gave an eerie creak, I was happy to note.

  I grunted, feeling the sting of a split lip and the warmth of the blood seeping from it running down my chin. I sat up straight again and said, "Hit me again, and I'll kick your ass while I'm still cuffed in this chair."

  I was really, really hoping she'd hit me again, because I was going to use the momentum in my favor. I wasn't disappointed, because she came at me full force this time, despite the fact that three men were trying to stop her.

  Her foot landed in the middle of my chest, and I pushed back at the same time, using gravity and my weight to fall to the floor. My chair gave a satisfying crack, collapsing underneath me, the back giving way to allow my handcuffs to slip off. The legs never stood a chance, and I was rolling across the floor backwards, tucking my feet and legs through, bringing my hands to the front.

 

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