Page 40 of Hell & Back

A knock at the door stopped Race from continuing. He waved his hand for Trick, who was closest to the door, to answer it. He exchanged a few words, took something from who was more than likely Cutter and closed the door. He stood near the door with a cell phone to his ear. “Miles?” Whatever the prospect was saying must have been important. Trick’s body stiffened and he shot a quick glance Jackson’s way. “Okay. Thanks. Be there in a few. Don’t lose her.”

Trick disconnected the call and held it up. “Miles called Cutter’s phone. Avery the dancer is on the move. He’s following her. I told him we’d catch up.”

Race jerked his chin up. “Go. Follow her and find out where the fuck she goes.”

“Can you track Miles on your phone?” he asked Jackson.

“Yeah. Gimme a second.”

Trick had his hand on the door knob getting ready to leave when there was another knock on the door.

What the hell is going on? Tuck wondered. Phone calls during church were highly irregular, as in, it never happened.

Another phone was passed through the open door, a few words were exchanged, then Trick walked it to Race and handed it over.

He frowned when he realized it was his phone.“Bellamy?” he asked Trick. Race’s wife was two months away from giving birthso Tuck thought it was understandable that he’d be jumpy where she was concerned.

“No. Tulsa’s name popped up on your screen. Since he kept calling, Cutter thought it might be important.”

Race pushed the button to put him on speaker. “Tulsa? You’re on speaker. What’s so urgent?” He waved for Trick and Jackson to head out.

“We’re sitting four houses down from Crockett’s house. His old lady’s ’vette is getting repoed. She’s out on the front lawn in a short pink satin robe beating the guy with a throw pillow and screaming at the top of her lungs. She’s telling him it’s paid for and he has no right to take her car. She’s also got her phone to her ear chewing Crockett’s ass out. Wait. The guy has it loaded and is driving away.” Tulsa’s bark of laughter almost made his next words unrecognizable. “Oh my god! She’s chasing him out into the street! I think she might be naked under that robe. Uh, yeah. She is definitely naked. Her tit just bounced out.”

“Holy shit, that’s funny!” Lance could be heard in the background laughing.

“Uh oh. Crocket just pulled up and is grabbing her by the arm and escorting her back toward the house shouting ‘put some goddamn clothes on, woman!’” A loud noise could be heard over the line like Tulsa or Lance was slapping the steering wheel or dash really hard. “Oh my God,” he wheezed. “I think I just pissed myself.”

Tuck watched the other men around the table and everyone of them was grinning like idiots after hearing the way Tulsa described the situation. He could just picture it all exactly the way their brother described it.

“I can’t…breathe,” Tulsa’s voice hitched, trying to catch his breath.

The club hadn’t had much to celebrate or to enjoy lately so Tulsa’s descriptively hilarious play-by-play was very muchwelcomed. It was at a time like this that Tuck wished Darren were here. He’d have found the whole thing as funny as the rest of them. Thanks to Kylie, he’d become less and less reserved, opting to speak his mind more and more instead of kicking back and watching the world go by.

Fuck, Tuck rubbed a hand down his face. He could only imagine what the Phantoms could be doing to him right now. He refused to believe that they’d killed him because if they had they would have made sure the Sons knew about it.

Race’s next question drew him back to the conversation. “Can either of you or Jed fly a drone?”

“A drone?” Tulsa asked.

“Yeah. Can any of you down there fly a drone?”

“Yeah. Lance says he can. Why do you ask?”

“Kylie is going to get one shipped to a local UPS store for you to pick up. I’ll have her text you the details.” Race went on to explain what he wanted them to find out. With the end of the phone call, church was dismissed.

Tuck retrieved his phone from the box outside church and went to tell Kylie to order the drone and have it shipped. Hopefully, she could get it overnighted. The sooner the better. He had this sinking feeling they were running out of time. He was worried that they’d get bored with whatever they were doing to him and end it. Permanently. They couldn’t allow that to happen. Kylie was as much in love with Darren as she was him and losing either one of them would be too much. She’d never recover.

DARREN

Well, shit. Crockett was back outside Darren’s cell with an evil smile spread across his face. He had a bad feeling that this time the man was going to test him by putting a woman in with him. His breath caught as one of the Phantoms escorted an obviously drugged woman to Henry’s cell. She was naked, had tattoos and a rough look about her. Her blonde hair was teased and her makeup around her eyes smudged. Her lipstick wa smeared around her mouth and he wondered if maybe she was one of the club whores.

“Henry, back against the wall,” he demanded. He waited until Henry did as he was told then unlocked the door and shoved the woman inside. “Henry, meet Regina.”

Henry, despite the amount of pain he’d been suffering, didn’t immediately pounce on Regina. He gave her a minute, then slowly approached her. His shaking hand tentatively reached out to touch her arm. When she didn’t immediately jerk away, he slid his hand down to hers and guided her to his cot. Darren could see from where he was at that Henry was shaking as he tried to show a modicum of restraint, giving her time to get used to him.

Another woman was brought in and Darren tensed. She showed the same signs of being drugged as well. He fisted his hands at his sides and held his breath, knowing his time was up. They were going to force a woman on him. He honestly didn’t know if he could hold back and it terrified him. The red-haired woman looked to be late twenties, early thirties. She was athletically built with long legs. They passed by his cell and opened Joe’s. The young man jumped to his feet and backedto the wall, not because they told him to, but because he was scared.

They opened the door and pushed her forward, slamming it behind her. She must have been given the drug recently because she had a predatory smile on her face as she stalked toward Joe. Yes, she stalked him like a freaking cat. Joe trembled as he watched her closely.

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