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This should be a fucking walk in the park for us and is more than likely going to be over before these assholes even know what’s hit them. Phantom and Anarchy are going to mainly focus on the hired help scattered around the grounds; they all seem to be primarily stationed outside. A lot of good that’s done them; none of them have realized that they’ve been under surveillance for weeks now. Fucking idiots.
While Anarchy and Phantom focus on the fools who are meant to be protecting the property, I’m going to be focusing on the house itself. From what I’ve observed, they only have two guards inside at any one time as well as Beau and more than likely Annmarie. Even though I haven’t caught sight of her, there is no doubt in my mind she’s inside. I’m guessing that Beau left the property before I arrived, no doubt to go out and do something highly illegal, and Annmarie stayed behind. Which is why I haven’t seen hide nor hair of the woman. Those sorts of numbers are nothing for me. I could deal with those odds in mysleep. My entire focus is going to be on clearing that house of any threats and finding Dre.
With our plan hashed out, we head out of what has been my base for weeks now. It’s time to go and make a mess. To finally bring the scum who escaped my clutches all those years ago to justice. To rescue Dre from whatever hell he’s been subject to all this time. It’s time to bring him home.
Chapter Eight
Dre
Defiance is my new best friend. Beau might not like it; actually, from the look on his face, he’s more than a little pissed at my actions, but I don’t give a rat’s ass. Over my dead fucking body will I allow him to take my little darling away. To go and get her prepared for when the asshole he’s sold her to arrives. This isn’t happening. Not on my watch. I’ll die first. I’m not going to just sit back and let this happen. I can’t. I’d never be able to live with myself if I didn’t make a stand.
“You have two choices, Dre: move out of my way willingly or I make you. Just remember the second option won’t be fun for you. I couldn’t care less that you’re my flesh and blood when you’re standing in the way of my plans. I will make you wish I’d made your mother get an abortion by the time I’m through with you.” Beau says, voice filled with malice as he stares at me standing in front of my little darling protectively with my arms crossed.
“You’ve lost what’s left of your mind if you think I’ll just willingly step to the side and let you condemn an innocent baby to such a horrific life. I don’t care how much damage you inflict on me. I’ll fight until my last breath to stop you.”
“You honestly think you can stop me. That you can put up any sort of fight against me. Look at you, boy. You’re as scrawny as ever. I’ve probably got more muscle on one leg than you have in your entire body. You don’t stand a fucking chance of stopping me.”
The evil laugh he lets off sends shivers down my spine, but I don’t outwardly show him any reaction. That’s just what he wants, and if there’s one thing I have any control over, it’s not giving him any sort of reaction that will please him.
“Maybe, maybe not. We’ll just have to see now, won’t we?”
Despite the words that leave my mouth, I know I’m at a major fucking disadvantage if this turns physical. He’s taller than me; I’m short compared to all the men in my family. I’m only five foot eight, whereas all the other men with the King name stand at six foot or over. Then there’s the fact he has a hell of a lot more muscle mass than I do. I have a slight and lean build. Also another thing that isn’t the norm with King men. Don’t get me wrong, I’m fit and healthy; I’m just built differently than the rest of them. That’s not a bad thing under normal circumstances; I’m more than happy with my physical appearance, but I know it’s going to cause me serious issues if this turns into a fight for survival. I don’t have the necessary training to use my smaller build to my advantage against a bigger and stronger opponent.
I’m seriously regretting never taking Wreck up on his offer to get me some sort of self-defense training right now. If I’d have listened and accepted his offer, at least I’d have some idea how to defend myself against Beau. Instead I’m just going to have to wing it and hope and pray this all goes in my favor. Note to self, if I get out of here, get some fucking self-defense training so I’m never in this sort of position again.
Waiting to see what Beau’s going to do is beyond excruciating, but there’s nothing I can do about it. The ball is inhis court now. The next move is his. All I can do is stand here and wait for whatever is about to happen. I never normally have an issue with being patient, but I can feel my agitation growing the longer I stand here and wait for Beau to make his next move.
Even though Beau’s made it more than clear that he’s prepared to do whatever is necessary to get his hands on my little darling, I’m still taken aback when his fist flies out and connects with my face at full force. I should have known he’d turn to violence; it was his go-to thing before my little darling came into my care. He had no issue trying to make me comply by using his fists on me for months on end. I forgot just how much pain he can cause with a single punch, but just like before, I don’t plan on backing down and giving him what he wants.
The impact of his punch is jarring. I can’t stop my head from spinning to the side in the direction of the door, which until this moment has been out of both of our lines of sight. My eyes grow wide in shock as I catch sight of a massive man I’ve never seen before standing just inside the door of my prison cell, his eyes blazing with righteous fury as he watches Beau’s attack on me. Silently he makes his way across the space between us, like a predator stalking its prey. The prey he’s stalking is definitely Beau; his eyes haven’t left him as he moves closer to where we are. Beau has no idea he’s in the sights of someone much more dangerous than he is. I don’t even have to know anything about this man to know that. The air around him is charged. Lethal and deadly vibes are coming off him in waves.
Even sensing all of this about him, I know he’s no danger to me or my little darling. He may be the most dangerous man I’ve ever laid eyes on, which is saying something when I’ve met most of the people who are members of Devil’s Inferno with Wreck, but I know deep down this man is only a threat to people who deserve it. People like the piece of shit formally known as my father. Beau is about to get the surprise of a fucking lifetime, andI can’t wait. If anyone deserves pain and punishment. To be on the receiving end of this man’s ire, it’s Beau King.
Beau never once realizes the danger he’s in. Not before it’s too late. Before he has a chance to make a move to attack me once more, the most handsome and deadly man I’ve ever laid eyes on has his large muscular arm clamping around Beau’s neck in some sort of chokehold. Okay, maybe noticing his handsomeness shouldn’t be happening in such an intense and crucial moment, but I’m a prisoner, not fucking dead. I’d have to be in a much worse position than I am right now not to notice that this man is my type. He’s everything I’ve always dreamed about but never had.
He’s taller than me, which is always a plus, and he’s seriously built. His dark clothing does nothing to hide the abundance of muscle underneath. His face is covered by a dark beard that just adds to his rugged handsome looks. His dark hair is cut short and suits the vibe he’s giving off. Then there are his eyes. They’re the most mesmerizing, dazzling hazel eyes I’ve ever seen. Knowing my luck, he isn’t attracted to guys, though. I’m not lucky enough to have the man of my dreams stumble into my life and rescue me while also being queer. I really am not that lucky.
Those amazing eyes of his lock onto mine as he pulls Beau away from me. I’ve never felt so entrapped by a person before, but there’s something about this man that draws me in. Any other time I’d have no issues staying lost in his hazel eyes, but right now isn’t the time for something like that. Not as he’s currently choking the life out of Beau, and I have a little girl behind me who needs me to stay focused on the task of getting us out of here. I just about manage to tear my eyes away from him in time to see as Beau’s face starts to turn a shade of gray that isn’t even remotely healthy. Even with no medical knowledge, I know that people aren’t supposed to be that color. The manholding him doesn’t seem to care. His hold doesn’t loosen at all. If anything, it tightens the longer Beau tries to struggle against him.
My little darling’s cry echoes across the room, drawing my attention away from them. Spinning as fast as possible, I bend to pick her up from where she’s lying. Cradling her to my chest, I begin to rock side to side, making soothing sounds. Making sure to keep my back to the action behind me, as much as I want to watch what’s happening, to watch the threat Beau poses be neutralized, it’s not something my little darling needs to ever be exposed to. I don’t care that she’s young and will never remember this moment. I will never expose her to something so violent, even if this type of violence is utterly necessary.
It doesn’t take long for her to settle down in my arms, and I can’t help but smile when I see her eyes closing as she starts to drift off to sleep safely in my arms. Knowing that she’s not going to be handed over to whatever fucker Beau and Annmarie planned to sell her to is such a relief. For the first time since I learned their plans, I feel like I can finally take a breath. I might not know anything about the mountain of a man that saved me from a world of hurt in just the nick of time, but I’m confident he’d never hand over my little darling to the man coming to buy her. He’s probably more likely to inflict some serious damage on whoever it is than give them what they want.
“He’s unconscious, Dre.” His deep voice breaks the quiet that’s overtaken the room.
“Good. Though I wouldn’t complain if he was more than just out cold.” I say seriously as I turn to look at him once more.
Shock fills his gaze at my words, but it doesn’t last long. Soon replaced with understanding. He might think he understands why I want that man as dead as I thought he was for years, but he has no idea. He will know soon, though. I need someone to knowwhat they had planned and put an end to it all. I’m pretty certain this is the man for the job too.
With the situation no longer life-threatening, questions are starting to run through my mind at a mile a minute. What is this man doing here? Where did he come from? Who sent him? There’s so much I want to know, so many more questions I’d love to ask than that, but those three are the ones that take priority right now. Hopefully, he’ll be more than willing to give me the answers I need.
Chapter Nine
Rex
Even with my skills and stealth, this shouldn’t be this fucking easy. I knew it wasn’t going to exactly be hard to infiltrate this godforsaken house and to gain control of the hired guards, but fucking hell, I wasn’t expecting it to be quite as effortless as it has turned out to be either. The two hired pricks are knocked out cold and tied up within the first five minutes of me entering. I have no idea where Beau and Annmarie found these guys, but they definitely aren’t worth any of the money they are being paid. That’s for sure.
They should’ve been able to put up a better fight than they did. Especially when it was two against fucking one. That didn’t do them any favors or give them any sort of advantage against me though. I took them both down simultaneously without breaking a sweat or either of them ever laying a single finger on me. I’ve had fucking harder takedowns than this in training with my brothers. It’s more than a little pitiful that this is the sort of help that’s been keeping Beau and Annmarie protected all these years.
