Page 10 of Tormented By Regret

“You think I didn’t try doing that. That lunatic will shoot first and ask questions later. Trust me.”

“Well, shit,” Bandit murmured under his breath, not breaking his stride as he followed me down the path.

When we got to the clearing, I crouched down and dragged him down to my level.

“What are we doing here?”

I pointed up at the house, the lights were now on, and I could see Whisper walking from one room to the next.

“That woman sleeps with a gun beneath her pillow. I’m sure of it. Now, we wait until she’s dead asleep and then we go in.”

“How?” Bandit asked and I stayed silent, because God dammit I had no clue how I was going to get to her.

But I couldn’t leave empty handed. Whisper Hudson would have to kill me before I went back without to Jameson without the package. Tick Tock was right, I was a stubborn, hardheaded mule, but I always got the job done. Just some jobs required a little more finesse while others, well they required a whole other mess of things. This one was the ladder. Macabre would have to forgive me, but I was about to put my hands on his precious package, and I wasn’t asking for permission.

I looked at Bandit. “Whatever happens, the package doesn’t get hurt.”

Bandit grimaced. “I don’t know what’s more concerning, that I’m aiding and abetting a kidnapping, or that you’re referring to the kidnappee as a package.”

“Whatever happens is on me,” I uttered as I watched the last of the lights go out.

“It’s dark. What now?” Bandit asked.

“Now we wait.”

I had to be sure she was asleep in order to do what we were about to attempt to do.

“You ever kidnapped anyone before?” Bandit asked.

I looked at him, giving him a stern, don’t be ridiculous, look.

“Just asking,” he shrugged.

Then in the silence of the night he said two little words that made me realize I had chosen the right man for the job.

“I have.”

I looked at him. “You have, what?”

“Kidnapped someone,” he said casually.

“And when were you planning on telling me this?”

He looked at me and frowned. “Never.”

“Goddammit, Bandit. Would you lead the fucking way!” I shoved him up and unbelievably so, I followed him this time.

I had a feeling shit was about to get real, especially at the hands of our crazy pilot. If Jameson ever found out I let Bandit lead a mission, he’d have my patch for sure. But like I said, I never returned home without a package, and I wasn’t about to start now.

WHISPER

Igrabbed the nine-millimeter from under my pillow and shot up in bed. I aimed the gun into the darkness, blinking to clear my sight. My instincts told me I wasn’t alone. I heard the strain on the wooden panel as someone took a step toward me and I cocked the gun.

"Take one more step and I'll sh…"

I gasped as from my right side, a hand reached out and stripped the gun from my hand, the magazine was removed and the sound of the bullets hitting the floor made me sprint toward the door, shoving past the man that was standing a foot away from my bed.

“That’s the last time you’ll be pulling a gun on me,” he stated angrily, and I instantly knew it was the biker who had come for me earlier.

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