Page 119 of Beautifully Wounded

“JD,” I call, glancing up to find my mate.

“Sup?” he asks, stepping around the gathered men to my side.

“Why is your little brother calling me?”

JD frowns, taking his phone out, only to see that he doesn’t have any missed calls.

When his eyes meet mine, panic widening them, I instantly hit accept since the only reason he’d ring me and not his brother is if there was something wrong.

“Speak,” I snap and at first I hear nothing, so I put it on speaker and step further away from the group of gathered Marx men, trying to hear.

“Ringo,” Brody whispers, sounding panicked. “If you can hear me. The cops are here. The compound has been compromised.” Brody coughs, and my eyes find JD’s again, his panic already setting in. “Help.”

The call ends, and for a hot fucking minute, I swear I stop breathing.

Then, at the top of my lungs, I yell. “Code Blue!”

Every Southern Sadist inside the warehouse stiffens, their eyes shooting towards me as a hush falls over the warehouse.

“Code fucking blue. Pigs are at the Western. A brother has called for help.”

No more words are needed. Our men charge for the entrance, their heavy feet pounding the concrete like a thundering herd of elephants.

My eyes meet Liam’s as he hurries to me. “What can we do?”

“Nothing man. This is our battle. Maybe just get a start on things here. I’ll get a team back as soon as I can.”

“Okay. Go.” He slaps me on the shoulder and I fucking run for the entrance.

The other vans turn up as we are piling in to leave, so Bowey stays behind to fill them in as we speed off.

“Why the fuck doesn’t this feel like a coincidence?” JD snaps, no longer caring about fucking speed limits as he plants his foot.

“I was having the same fucking thought,” I mutter as I dial Lewy.

“Sarg?” Lewy answers.

“We got eyes on the compound?” I snap.

“Hang on. Just checking now.”

My fucking knee bounces up and down like it’s having a fucking seizure, my thoughts already on Abbey and how scared shemust be, because clearly the pigs weren’t there just to say hi. Clearly something has gone down for Brody to call for fucking help.

“Sarg.” Lewy speaks again. “Eyes are down at the compound.”

“Fuck!” I roar, punching the fucking dash. “What the fuck is going on?! Lewy, you’re meant to have a handle on the comms and eyes. Why they fuck don’t you?!”

“I-I’m sorry Sarg. I don’t know, but I will find out and ensure it never happens again.” Lewy promises.

“You’d fucking better. Or you know what will happen,” I growl.

“I-I know, Sarg. I promise to get on top of it.”

I end the fucking call, no longer wanting to hear his voice.

“Are we about to bury some pigs, Sarg?” Trigger asks from the back of the van, and I nod.

“Seems fucking like it.”

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