Page 40 of Royally Lucky

Andre spun, nearly knocking him over.

“Sutton?”

A big bear of a man cleared his throat. “Well, this is interesting. Got an extra weapon for me?”

“Who the fuck are you?” Andre asked, looking at Sutton with questions in his dark eyes.

Kendrick pulled the empty clip from his Glock, replaced it, and did the same to his other. He motioned for Sutton to come to him without taking his eyes off the threat in the room. “Come here, baby girl.”

“Easy, brother. I kept her safe for you.”

“Who the fuck are you?” Kendrick’s fingers itched to put a bullet in the fuckers brain.

“That would be Saint, aka Hulk,”Keys announced.

“What the fuck is a Saint Hulk doing with my woman?” Kendrick’s barked question made Sutton flinch.

“I was at the clubhouse when a prospect named Doughboy tried to slip into the backrooms where only full-fledged brothers or men like you get access. I followed him and listened as he spoke on his cell phone to some jackass named Frankie. Seriously, a mob guy named Frankie. That’s the epitome of cliché if you ask me.” Saint rolled his eyes. “Anyway, I realized they were talking about abducting the lady doc, so I contacted Keys through our emergency alert and did what I had to do. Doughboy already drugged the Doc. I acted like I was with the bastard when I realized he’d already put her in the vehicle and returned to grab his shit. I knocked him out and might’ve pinned his ass to the wall before heading out where the vehicle sat with Doc in the back. There were two other men in there who looked like they’d be more than happy to sample her on the way to the casino. I sat in the back next to one of them, acting like an overgrown idiot, mumbling about delivering whores or something. Sorry, doc. About halfway into the drive, I broke the neck of the passenger, then crushed the windpipe of the other.” He shrugged.

“Do I want to know what the rest of the trip entailed?” Kendrick growled.

“Your woman is safe, unharmed, and basically ready to roll out of here whenever you are. We have a cleanup in aisle fifty-nine at the clubhouse. Two bodies ended up dumped in the ocean along the road, and here we are. So, what’s the holdup?” Saint asked, looking up at the camera again.

“Keys, did this fucker contact you, and you failed to mention it to me?” Kendrick would burn the entire compound to the ground if they fucking used his woman as bait.

“I’m just getting his messages now, Kendrick. I had a dozen missed calls from him before we lost his signal. For some reason, they never reached us. I’m assuming whoever was waiting outside to follow Doughboy had a blocking app of some sort. Trust me, it won’t happen again.” Anger filled his ears as Keys clicked away on his computer. “I see Doughboy now. He’ll be waiting for your questions if you choose to talk to him. Otherwise, we’ll handle the disposal of the trash when King returns.”

“Please ensure he is available to answer my questions when we return. Can you see what’s happening in the hallway? Do you see King or Cosmo?” Leaving the others out there went against the grain.

“The bastards retreated. You need to get the fuck out of there now. Don’t go back through the casino. Head out the way those fuckers came in. That exit gets you directly onto a loading dock. The others are heading your way with transportation.”

“Did you tell them we have a few extra women we’re bringing with us?”

Keys grunted. “Of course, this isn’t my first rodeo.”

“Did you see where Frankie went?” Kendrick didn’t want to let him escape, but he couldn’t leave Sutton alone.

“A woman was with him and about five men. You guys need to get out of there before they call the cops or some shit. I don’t think they will, what with the illegal shit going on in those hallways. However, let’s not risk it for the biscuit. Get your asses out of there. King, the guys in the other hallway have it cleared as well. There wasn’t anyone in there to save.”

Saint pulled the door open, popped his head out, and then back in. “Come on. Let’s roll. By the way, nobody gave me a weapon,” he muttered.

Kendrick bent and pulled a knife from a sheath strapped to his calf. “Here.”

“Great. I’m taking a knife to a gunfight.”

Cosmo slapped the other man on the back and gripped his neck. “I think you’ll do just fine, son. Let’s roll.”

Kendrick pulled Sutton into his arms, forgetting he had blood on him from where he’d shot the man in the first room. “Are you okay?” he whispered.

“God, I was so scared.”

“Come on. Let’s get out of here. We’ll talk when I don’t feel the hairs on the back of my neck standing on ends.”

BITING HER LIP, SUTTONheld her tongue. She let Kendrick lead her out of the dungeon-like area, doing her best not to look around. As three women were carried out, one looking as if she was going to bleed out, her medical brain kicked in.

“Do you have a medical kit anywhere in these vehicles?”

Cosmo looked at her like she’d lost her mind. “You gonna triage right here?”

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