Page 18 of Stranger Gifts

“We went to relieve him and he was lying on his bike, like he was asleep. Someone broke his neck, Killer. He was dead and that bitch nun is gone. No one saw where she went.”

“Fuck!”

“We asked around but no one saw her leave, no one saw anyone speak with her. We decided to pick him up and find out when he last saw her.”

“It’s been a week or more, Killer,” said Sam. “She was more determined than ever to go through with the trial, no matter what I said to her. She’s just not giving up.”

“Did you help her? So help me God, if you fucking helped her, you can say goodbye to your little girl right now. She’s a sweet morsel but I’ll kill her myself.”

“No, please! Please, no,” he begged.

“Do it,” said the weak voice behind them. The girl stood defiantly, staring at her father, then back at her captors. “Do it. I’m already dead.”

Killer started to walk toward her and then five men walked into the clubhouse.

“What?” he screamed.

“Killer, we got a big problem, brother.”

CHAPTER ELEVEN

“We found them,” said Code running toward the group seated together at dinner. “They’re at an old warehouse out near the airport. Hawke-bird, counts eighty or ninety men outside and that’s not all.”

“Of course it’s not,” frowned Gaspar.

“They just brought Sam Bolchek there.”

“Where are the bison?” asked Nine.

“Oddly enough,” smirked Code, “they were in the area along with the elephants and Alvin. Semu seems to have hitched a ride as well.”

“And the boys?”

“Tailor, Alec, Juan, Angel, Trak, Antoine, Max, and Wilson are there under cover. I have the footage on the drone if you want to watch the feed.”

“Hell, yes I do,” smirked Nine picking up his plate. “Let’s go. Dinner and a show.”

“What the fuck?” muttered Killer seeing all the animals.

Cars were stopping on the roads, staring at the sight of wild animals trampling motorcycles and kicking up dirt. One of the men raised a weapon and he gripped his arm.

“Don’t you fucking idiot! Do you see all those people with their phones out? They’re watching this to see what we do. You kill these wild animals and we’ll be run out of town. Try moving them away.”

“We’ve tried!” said one of the men. “That fucking gator tries to take your balls off.”

The team smirked at one another beneath their stealth netting, carefully moving around the animals toward the clubhouse. There were only a few men inside, Alec, Tailor, Antoine, and Wilson happily dropping them to the floors. The women just looked stunned, unsure of what was happening. Alec removed the netting from his face and the girls gasped.

“Don’t be afraid, little bits. We’re here to get you out,” he said.

“They’ll kill us,” said one of the girls. “They said if we escaped they’d come and find us and kill us all.”

“They won’t find you and they won’t kill,” said Alec. “Let’s go. You’re gonna hold tight to us. Get on our backs, the others we’ll carry. Don’t move, don’t scream, don’t say a word. Clear?”

“Clear,” nodded Samanth Bolchek.

Doing as the men asked, four women crawled onto the backs of the massive men, three more, carried by Wilson, Tailor and Alec. The men easily moved out of the clubhouse, watching the chaos of men trying to avoid thousand-pound beasts.

Motorcycles were crushed beneath their weight, men groaning and moaning at the loss of their only property. Passing Trak, he nodded at them and made his way toward Killer. With speed and agility, he stabbed the needle into the man and he yelped like a little girl.

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