Page 49 of Lake's Legacy

I wave at Abra to release the guy’s hair. He does so I can gather it in my fist. Placing the sharp edge of the blade against his skull, I press hard enough to create a line of blood that drips into his eyes. He screams and pisses himself.

“We were paid to grab them.”

“Who fucking paid you?” I demand, digging the knife deeper.

“Someone from your tribe. He wanted us to create a diversion by kidnapping that guy you were with, but Wyatt wanted us to take the women. He had a buyer for them.”

“Who’s the buyer?” Hex demands.

“Don’t know. Wyatt handles all that. He said they tried to grab the nurse once already, but she escaped.”

So, whoever this Wyatt guy is, he’s involved with the kidnappers.

“Where the fuck do we find Wyatt?” Hex demands.

“I don’t know. He’s working in New Orleans and moves around. Our job is to hassle the tribe.”

“Why?” I ask.

“It’s part of a plan. We’re here to run the fucking filth out of our country. We’re taking it back from the colored and reclaiming our birthright.”

I snort. “My people were here before the white man came, asshole. Maybe we should be the ones cleaning the filth out. Let’s start with the racist idiots like you.”

“Fuck you!”

“No, fuck you,” I say, slicing off a sliver of skin, complete with hair, and shoving it in his face as he screams. “Now, unless you want me to remove the rest of your scalp, you’ll tell me everything.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT: OLIVIA

I watch in horror as the young woman we saw taking the tour of obstetrics gets out of the car to greet the two men. When I move to open the door, Levi stops me.

“Hold on, let’s see what happens.”

“You know what’s going to happen. They’re going to kidnap that girl. We have to stop them.”

“No, we need to follow them and figure out where they’re hiding,” Jack says.

“But…”

“Olivia, think about it. Even if we grab these two, we don’t know how many more are out there. Besides, these two may lead us to your friend. We need to know where they’re hiding,” Levi explains.

“I know, but she’s going to be so scared,” I say as Annette clutches my hand.

We all watch as the men grab the woman, tie her up, and toss her into the back of the van. Annette’s grip on my hand tightens. I feel so useless as I imagine how terrified the woman must be. Tears stream down my cheeks. When the van pulls away from the curb, Jack waits for them to turn the corner before pulling out to follow them.

About twenty minutes later, Jack pulls over as the white van pulls into a boarded-up mechanic's garage. The building has four bays and a reception area.

“This must be where they’re hold up,” Levi says. “Should we call Hex?”

“Probably. Let me get out and look around. If I’m not back in ten minutes, call Hex. If they leave, follow them.”

Jack hops out and races across the street. He ducks behind the abandoned building next door to the garage. We don’t see him again until he returns to the driver’s seat. “There are three men inside. I didn’t see the girl. She might still be in the van.” He takes out his phone and calls Hex.

He gives Hex a rundown of what we witnessed, ending the call after giving him our location.

“He’s sending reinforcements. Once they get here, we’ll drive the women back to the clubhouse.”

“We aren’t leaving,” I tell Jack, ignoring the furious expression on Levi’s face. “You need us here to help the woman. She’s going to be terrified. Think a bunch of bikers will make her feel safe?”

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