Men of Mercy: The Complete Story

by Cross, Lindsay

  “Okay, me and Ranger in the lead. We can take my truck. It’s quiet. Ya’ll follow in the SUV.”

  “Roger.”

  Hunter made to stride past him, but Ranger threw out an arm, stopping his brother in his tracks. “Amy.”

  Hunter placed a hand over Ranger’s. “Don’t worry. We’ll all do our best to keep her safe. The traitor is who we are after.”

  The traitor, Ranger’s best friend.

  And the bombs.

  Chapter 36

  Cold. The floor was cold and hard and digging into her back. Her body felt like a hollow shell of throbbing agony. Amy cracked open one eye, holding as still as possible in case he was still in the room. The lamp cast a glow over her body, but offered no warmth in the otherwise empty room.

  Amy tilted her head back, and saw the night sky through her window. A scraping sound from her closet drew her attention. Shane. Where was he? She stiffened and the small movement sent burning pain through her ribs.

  She forced herself to still and take stock. She gingerly moved her feet and legs first. She moved her arms and felt a twinge of pain in her right shoulder. The shoulder that had taken the brunt of her fall. Careful to keep that side still, she lifted her left hand to her face and cringed. Her eye was swollen shut and dried blood was on her chin. Those were pains she could recover from. But the constant grueling pain in her side was the worst. Every breath, every movement sent a fresh wave of agony shooting through her.

  Shane had always had a quick temper. She’d watched him go into a full blown rampage over things she would have considered inconsequential. But he’d never gotten violent. Ever. That first blow had shocked her to her core.

  Some innocent part of her had honestly believed he would never hurt her. But she hadn’t realized who she’d been facing. Not Shane. He’d called himself Abdullah.

  He might have been held captive at first, but it was glaringly obvious the man went to the other side. What side that was she didn’t know, but his mind was as warped and twisted as his hand.

  If he really thought of himself as Abdullah, why come home? Why not start a new life in his new country?

  Why ruin hers?

  She closed her eyes again, the effort to keep her lids raised drained too much energy. The air conditioner kicked on. Everything around her looked and felt normal. Everything but Shane.

  She heard him curse, and then a loud crash, and realized he was in the master closet through the bathroom. A scraping sound followed the crash, and then another and another after that. He was going through her drawers.

  This was her chance. If she could get up from the floor she could make a run for it. Amy planted one hand on the polished hardwood and wrapped the other around her ribs. Inch by inch, she rose from the floor. A wave of dizziness assailed her and she grabbed the bed post for support

  She had to fight through the haze. She had to call Ranger. Warn him. Make sure Evie kept the kids safe. Amy focused on putting one foot in front of the other. After a few seconds, she chanced a look over her shoulder. Shane was still in the closet.

  Her phone was in her purse, she remembered that much, but where had she left it? The answer came in a flash. She’d left it on top of the dryer in the laundry room. All she had to do was cross through the living room and kitchen to get to it. A feat that she’d done a million times before, only now she had to do it without her husband killing her.

  Focus, Amy. Think of the kids. Of Ranger.

  Amy took a small steadying breath and began her journey. She had to stop halfway and hold onto the doorframe. Her side screamed with every step, every breath. Her mind fogged. Nausea rolled in her stomach. Keep going.

  Amy made it through the living room. She got to the kitchen table and held there, mapping out the rest of the way. If she could get to the island, she could use it to help along. She took another step forward, blacked out a second, and then grabbed the counter with her free hand. She twisted and barely kept herself from falling. Agony exploded from her ribs, wrapping around her torso. Lights flickered around her periphery and the room grew fuzzy.

  She fought through the pull of unconsciousness. The laundry. Just get to the laundry. The next few steps felt like miles.

  Amy kept moving. Kept going forward. Then she was standing in the laundry room and her purse was laying right where she’d left it. She stumbled forward, dug in her purse and came up with her cell. She hit the first number that popped up.

  “Evie, is that you?”

  “Amy? What’s wrong?” Evie answered.

  Relief hit her so hard she almost crumbled. “No time. Shane’s alive. He came back. He-He’s not right. You have to keep the kids there. Keep them safe.”

  “What are you talking about? Shane’s been gone for a long time, honey. Where is Ranger? I thought he was with you?”

  The sound of Ranger’s name brought a wave of tears to her, but Amy forced it back. “No. Shane came home. He’s here right now. But he’s crazy. Mental. Keeps calling himself Abdullah something.”

  “Oh, my God, you’re serious.”

  “Listen, you have to keep my kids safe, okay? Do not let him near Chloe. No matter what. He wants to take me back overseas. If he finds out about her, he will take her too.” Her voice broke on a sob she couldn’t hold in, and Amy slapped a hand over her mouth.

  “Is he with you now? Did he hurt you?” Evie’s voice took on a frantic edge.

  “Yes. Yes. Please, find Ranger. Tell him he needs to be careful. Shane will kill him.” Amy kept her voice as quiet as possible and glanced over her shoulder.

  “I will. What about you?”

  “I’ll figure something out. Just keep Chloe safe.”

  “Who is Chloe?”

  Amy gasped and spun around. Shane stood in the doorway, blocking her only exit. She wouldn’t survive him alone. She needed help. She needed Ranger.

  “I have to go now. Just do what I said.” She forced her voice to stay calm.

  “Give me the phone.” Shane held out his hand.

  “Amy, hold on. Don’t hang up.” Evie’s voice was frantic, but Amy was focused on the stranger in her house.

  “I’ll talk to you later.”

  Amy hung up. Shane walked forward, shirtless now, his hand held out. Amy bit her lip, knowing she would be handing over her only communication with the outside.

  “Now.” Shane commanded, whiplashing her back to reality.

  She could try to fight him, caged in this tiny room and barely able to breath from the pain, or she could cooperate. Maybe lull him into believing he had her beat. Amy ducked her head and held out the phone.

  He swiped it from her palm and she peeked up to see him slide it into his pocket. Without his shirt, she could see every single sinew of muscle. He was lean, but she knew from experience, incredibly strong.

  “What are you going to do?” She held her breath, waiting on his answer. Or the next blow.

  “You mean, we. What are we going to do?” Shane backed her into the dryer, her side hit the corner and she cried out. Shane’s gaze dropped to where she clutched her side. He reached out and moved her hand away. Amy sucked in a breath. Shane lifted her shirt and tsked. “You’ll have to learn to listen to your husband. I do not like seeing you in such pain.”

  Amy chanced a glance down and immediately wished she hadn’t. Her side was one large black and purple bruise.

  “I will tend to your injury, then we’re going to talk. You have something to tell me.” Shane didn’t wait for her response, and she honestly didn’t know what to say. He lifted her into his arms and cradled her against his chest. Every movement hurt. Shane had carried her like this before, when they’d gotten married. She’d thought him so romantic.

  Now her skin crawled with revulsion.

  Breathe. Just breathe. She had to stay calm. Diffuse the situation. But when they walked past the kitchen counter, her hand gravitated toward the meat tenderizer hanging on the wall. The old timey kitchen utensil was shaped like a mallet and heavier t
han a hammer.

  “Where is my box from overseas?”

  Shane’s question startled her from her plan for a moment. She sure as heck couldn’t tell him the truth. She’d trashed the box and burned the letters. The only thing she’d kept had been the picture frames. She figured one day, when she’d moved past his betrayal, she might give them to Chloe. “In the U-Store-It in town. After the news of your death, I couldn’t handle having it in the house.”

  His arms tightened around her momentarily. “We’ll go there after I tend to you.”

  Amy nodded and squeezed the tenderizer behind his back.

  “Are you ready to tell me about Chloe?”

  Her throat closed off. No. She would never tell him about his daughter. He might kidnap her and disappear overseas. Force them to live like savages at his mercy in some desert dwelling. Or worse, he might decide he didn’t need Amy anymore and take Chloe.

  Amy clenched her teeth and forced herself to breathe past the fear. Over her dead body.

  “Are you ready to tell me about Hayden.” She raised the hammer high behind his head.

  “She told you?”

  “I found the letters. I confronted her. How could you?”

  Shane shrugged. “I didn’t love her. You are my wife. She was just entertainment.”

  “You don’t care in the least? I never cheated on you. I never even touched another man.” Amy trembled.

  “Except Ranger.” He tightened his hold and she cried out. “Now, who is Chloe?”

  “You’ll never know.” Amy brought the hammer down with all her strength. Shane sensed her movement at the last minute and turned his head. The tenderizer slammed into his temple.

  Amy watched in horror as his eyes rolled back. Unconscious, he dropped to the floor and she followed him down. She tensed and tried to twist away from her bad side, but she was trapped in his arms. She landed directly on her injured ribs. Pain. Incredible torturous pain.

  She couldn’t move. Couldn’t suck in a breath. Stars sprinkled across her vision.

  Fight. Have to stay awake. Get to Chloe.

  Somehow, Amy managed to combat the darkness. She made it to the back door.

  Have to escape.

  Chapter 37

  Amy clutched her side and ran to her truck. She slid into the driver side and reached for the keys. Empty. She flipped down the sun visor. Checked under the seat. On the floorboard. Her keys were gone.

  Her head fell forward, and she let it rest there on the steering wheel. Shane must have taken her keys. If she took off walking down the highway, she might be able to flag down a vehicle. Or he might wake up and drive right to her.

  Her phone. Stupid. Why hadn’t she grabbed her phone? Amy steeled herself and slowly sat upright. She had to go back in the house. The truck door seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, so she left the door open and limped back to the house. The kitchen door stood ajar, just as she’d left it minutes before. Amy peered around the corner, Shane lay passed out on the floor, blood seeping from the wound on his head.

  Her entire body shook with fear. He’d tucked her cell in his pocket. She’d have to touch him. Amy crept forward on leaden feet, each step an agonizing shot of pain and terror. Shane twitched and she froze, waiting on him to wake up, but he stayed out cold. Phone. Focus. She got down on a knee and dug in his pocket. Dang it. Wrong side. She would have to reach across him. Her skin crawled. Her heart pounded so hard she thought she might pass out.

  She leaned over and dug into the other pocket, her fingertip brushed her phone. Shane moaned. Oh Lord. Amy forgot about being careful and shoved her hand in as deep as it would go, grabbed her phone and ripped it out of his pocket.

  “Amy…” Shane’s gravelly voice drew her attention. He was waking, his eyelids fluttering.

  With her heart shoved up into her throat, Amy rose and ran from the house. Directly ahead of her was the old barn, a hundred yards beyond that was the hangar, with nothing but open ground between. No trees or bushes to hide behind. A soy bean field spread out to her left, a corn field to her right. Amy made a split second decision and darted right, running into the maze of fourteen-foot-tall corn stalks. Leaves crackled and crunched, her breaths sawed loud and heavy in and out of her chest. If she could keep a straight path through the next two fields, she’d be at her neighbor’s house.

  If only she weren’t running perpendicular to the rows. Amy angled her body to slice between the stalks, her journey a valley of up and down over the hills of the rows.

  “Amy!”

  She stopped. He’d sounded like he was right behind her. Amy struggled to listen, but all she could hear was her breathing. Focus. Listen. The full moon provided too much light. He’d see her if he got close enough.

  He crashed into the field and Amy took off running, unable to stand there any longer. Now she ran without thought or direction, just the need to get away. The crashing got louder, like he was gaining on her. Amy held onto her side and kept going. Huge green leaves slapped her in the face and cut her arms as she ran through the razor sharp blades. She held up her hand to protect her face. After what seemed like hours, and had to be only minutes, she chanced a look over her shoulder. Her foot caught the dirt and she tripped, slamming into the ground with enough force to paralyze her.

  The pain from her ribs stole her ability to think. To breathe. So she lay there, her face in the dirt, listening as Shane’s footfalls got closer and closer.

  He moved slow, she knew, listening for her. Stalking her.

  Amy tried to calm her racing heart, but her fight or flight response had gone into hyper drive.

  “I know you’re out here. How far do you think you’ll get injured like you are? Did I ever tell you what I did overseas? I led our reconnaissance for the team. They called me in to hunt down the men no one else could find.” He paused and Amy held her breath.

  “You have no hope of escape. If you come back now, I promise, I won’t punish you for this.” He was closer now. His voice growing louder. She heard his clothes rustle through the leaves. A whisper of sound, really, but if she could hear that, he was close. Too close.

  The towering stalks disoriented her and she couldn’t tell where he was. She let her head fall back to the dirt, a trickle of blood hit the ground, reminding her of his brutality and what he would do if he got his hands on her again.

  “Come on honey, give up. You know I will find you. And I promise you won’t like what happens when I do.” His voice was so smooth, so sincere. Like he was talking sweet nothings.

  She heard a whoosh as he brushed against the stiff cornstalks to her left.

  “You can hide all you want, but I will find you.” His voice changed back into the deranged monster. Amy buried herself further into the dirt, as if she could burrow and hide from his evil.

  Please, please don't let him hear me.

  Then she heard it.

  A stalk crackled right next to her. A heavy footfall in the row beside hers.

  Ever so slowly, she turned her head in the direction of the sound. A dark figure eased down the row not one foot away.

  Her breathing hitched, the sound too loud. She couldn’t get it under control, her heart raced. Shane was six inches away now, separated by one row of stalks.

  Amy stopped. Stopped breathing. Stopped thinking. Her eyes were glued to his feet. If he turned, he would step right on top of her.

  “Amy!” Shane roared and she nearly screamed in response. She bit her lips to keep from crying out.

  Something crashed through the field in the distance and he took off running. Amy jumped to her feet, ignoring the stitch in her side, and ran in the opposite direction. She had no idea which way she was going, but she ran nonetheless. She ran, mindless, the corn stalks seeming to grow taller. More menacing.

  She was going to die out here. She knew it.

  Chloe would never know her mother.

  Hell no. She wasn’t giving up. Amy intended to fight for her life. She burst out of the corn field and stared
in horror at her front yard. She’d come full circle from her back yard. A movement to her right drew her attention. Shane stepped from the field and disappeared behind her house.

  Amy covered her face with her hands. What was she going to do? She was exhausted and her battered body couldn’t move another inch, let alone run back into the field.

  “You can stay in there all night long if you want. But I'll find you.” Shane’s voice carried across the area.

  Could she make it to the highway? Maybe she’d get lucky and someone would drive by.

  But before she could take a step in that direction, Shane’s voice rang out again, stopping her in her tracks. “If you don't come out of that cornfield right now, I'm going to call Ranger and tell him we need to talk, all of us. I saw the way he looked at you. He’s in love with you. The fool has been in love with you since high school. You know he’ll come.”

  Amy stopped moving all together. Ranger had always loved her? Why the hell had he broke up with her all those years ago?

  “Five,” Shane paused.

  Ranger could take Shane, she had no doubt about it, but he couldn’t do anything if Shane shot him. She wouldn’t survive without Ranger. He held her heart. The only future she wanted was with him and now that they’d finally found each other, she couldn’t let him go.

  “Four.” His nonchalant tone belied his true purpose.

  Could she do it? Could she surrender herself into the hands of a monster to save the man she loved?

  “Three.”

  Would Ranger sense that something was wrong? Would you be able to escape? Thoughts raced through her mind at light speed, her blood pounding through her veins at the same rate.

  “Two.”

  She stepped in his direction, her numb feet carrying her toward her husband. She made it to the corner of the house, just out of sight, and halted. If she took another step, it was over.

  “You want to know what else I did for the military? I was a sniper. One of the best. I’ll put a bullet between Ranger’s eyes as soon as he turns down our driveway.”