Page 89 of The Devil's Redemption

“No… on… 30,” is all I can make out.

“30? North?” I ask him to confirm.

“Yes,” he screams back. “I shared … location with…”

“Donotlose them,” I tell him putting the phone up to my ear once again.

Cutting the call short, I pull up Kid’s location as I barrel down Route 30 North, on my way over the Mason Dixon.

To save Sasha from Jasper.

Again.

* * *

When I finally catch up to Kid, he’s hidden in the shadows on a back road in Bonneauville, not far from the old Death’s Road clubhouse. I had to swallow down my nausea the entire drive. I wasn’t going to let anything stop me from getting here as soon as I could.

“Where the fuck are they? Did you lose them?” I demand, angry that I’ve found him, but Sasha is nowhere to be seen.

“No,” he whispers loudly. “They’re about a quarter of a mile up this road. In an old barn. As soon as I saw their car pull around the back of the barn, I turned around as quick as I could so that wouldn’t see me. Then I drove down here and waited for you.”

That actually wasn’t a half bad idea.

“Call Stone, tell him what’s happening. I’m not fucking waiting around this time. You armed?” I ask.

“Yeah.”

“How many?”

“Holster and boot.”

“Give me your boot.”

He reaches down and lifts the leg of his jeans to gain access to the .22 lodged in his shit-kicker. I add it to my holster, right next to the other fully loaded 9mm. I’m always packing, but I want to make sure I have reinforcements.

“Yeah, it’s Kid.” He’s already on the phone with Stone.

“How many were there?” I ask him as I walk toward the road.

“I only saw one...” he begins, covering the phone’s receiver as he talks. “But there was at least one more driving the car.”

“Get them here.Fast,” I command him as I begin jogging down the road. It doesn’t take me long to get to the barn. The only time wasted is spent listening outside of the barn door to try and figure out how many people are in there and what they’re up to.

I hear Jasper, but that’s it. I take a step closer, almost able to see around the door to find out who else is in there with them. I hear Sasha’s voice cry out suddenly, and that’s all I need to hear to make myself known immediately.

When I step foot inside, I see Sasha, tied to the door of a horse stall, bra pushed down with her tits out and that motherfucker’s dirty mouth latched onto one of her nipples.

“Hey!” I shout, running toward them with my gun drawn.

But before I make it to Jasper, the larger guy standing off to the side presses the barrel of his gun into Sasha’s head. It stops me in my tracks.

Fuck.

Once I saw her, the idea that they had guns completely left my mind. My only thought was to destroy them and get her the fuck out of here.

“Not one more fucking step, or I’ll blow her brains out. Jasper would prefer to fuck her warm, but he wouldn’t say no to one last fuck as she lays bleeding and dead on the ground. Drop the gun.”

As I consider trying to move quickly enough to shoot both of them before they shoot her, Sasha notices my arm twitch.

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