Page 34 of Resist Me (Men of Inked 3)
“Jesus, fuck. Thomas called me tonight. Said Izzy was in danger and that Rebel found out who he is.”
“Fuck,” he spat, a loud thump sounding on the other end of the phone.
“Get your ass out of bed,” I growled, ready to jump through the phone and choke his ass.
If my life—or Izzy’s, for that matter—depended on this asshole, we were in fucking trouble.
“I’m up. Let me make some calls and get back to you,” he said, disconnecting the call.
“What the fuck?” I yelled, my voice echoing through the house.
I called everyone I knew—local law enforcement in Leesburg, DEA, and FBI. All were working to bring down the MC, but the problem was that no one communicated with each other.
No one had seen Rebel. They’d lost track of him when he left the compound hours ago and he hadn’t been spotted since.
Just when I was about to start climbing the fucking walls, I heard a car outside followed by two sets of footsteps up the stairs. Reaching for my gun, I drew as Thomas and Flash burst through the door.
“What the fuck did you find out?” Thomas asked, looking around the room.
“Nothing. No one knows shit,” I ranted, running my fingers through my hair.
“Flash made some calls on the way here. Everyone is searching for them. They can’t get far without us hearing about it.”
I glared at Flash. “Did you open your fucking mouth?” I asked, charging toward him.
His mouth dropped open and his eyes grew wide as he stepped backward to avoid my grasp. A set of arms grabbed me from behind, pulling me away.
“Calm your shit down,” Thomas ordered
“Thomas, he’s the only douche who knew who you were!” I roared, prying his hands from my body.
“Listen, fucker,” Flash snarled, moving toward me. “I went into Rebel’s room to leave a package on his bed and I found a file sitting in plain sight.”
“What a fucking clusterfuck,” I hissed, scrubbing my face in my hands. “What was inside?”
“A picture of Izzy with her full name and address and a complete file about Thomas.”
“Think he told others?” I asked, looking at Thomas.
He shook his head and winced. “I don’t think so. No one seemed to act any differently. Rebel was the only one missing at the compound when Flash called me.”
“Did you at least grab the fucking file?” I asked Flash.
“I’m not a fucking moron.”
“When did you know about this?” Thomas asked, stepping in between Flash and me.
“When you called.” As soon as the words left my mouth, I knew my mistake.
“What the fuck do you mean when I called you?” He glared at me, invading my space. “How the fuck did you beat us here?”
“Well, I—”
“You didn’t give that file to Rebel, did you?” Thomas asked, standing nose to nose with me.
“Fuck, man. No fucking way!”
“Thomas, I’ll fucking kill you if I find out you sold me out, and if Izzy’s hurt, I’ll bring your ass back from the dead and kill you again.”
“You don’t even know how your words slice right through me.”
“Who else could have given him that information?”
“It wasn’t me,” I insisted, turning toward Flash.
“Fuck, dude. You know I love Izzy. I wouldn’t risk her life. I told you that man to man, James.”
“What the fuck am I missing here?” Thomas asked, looking between us.
“James has a thing for your sister,” Flash told Thomas.
There went any hope of explaining it when the time was right. Let’s add more gasoline to the flames.
“What?” Thomas screeched, turning toward me, red-faced, with the veins of his neck popping out.
“Thing isn’t really the right word,” I said, looking him straight in the eyes.
“You’re going to start talking as soon as we get her back safe.”
I nodded, knowing that I should’ve already been straight with him about my feelings for Izzy. Thomas deserved to know how I felt about her and that I wasn’t using her for sex. Flash had made it seem tawdry and sordid, but it was nothing like that.
My phone rang, breaking the uncomfortable silence as Thomas and I stared at each other. I lifted the phone to my ear without losing eye contact.
“Yo,” I barked, chewing the inside of my lip.
“I got some news,” Bobby said, the sound of papers moving in the background.
“Hit me.”
“Rebel was spotted with a female at a motel in Bushnell. I just got the tip,” he said, then he covered the phone and spoke to someone. “Sorry. The wife.”
“Text me the information. We’re heading that way,” I said before disconnecting the call. “Motel in Bushnell,” I said, grabbing my keys from the table and running toward the door. “Move your shit, Flash. We’re taking my car.”
As we climbed in the car, Thomas shotgun and Flash in the back, I threw my phone to Thomas. “Handle it,” I said, starting the GTO and taking off toward Izzy. Thomas rattled off the address to the motel while tapping the screen on my phone.
“Should we call backup?” Flash asked, leaning forward and sticking his head between us.
“No,” I snapped, gripping the steering wheel tighter. “Sit the fuck back. I don’t need your face all up in my shit.”
“Asshole,” Flash mumbled. “How do you want to handle this, Blue?”
“We’re going to find out who else knows and then we’re going to kill the motherfucker,” Thomas said, not looking up from the phone screen.
“Shouldn’t we arrest him?” Flash asked, his eyes wide as I watched him in the rearview mirror.
“Fuck him. He deserves to die after taking Izzy,” I said.
“What the fuck is this shit on your phone?” Thomas asked, holding out my phone and staring at me.
“What the hell are you talking about?” I asked, glancing at him out of the corner of my eyes but not daring to take my focus off the road.
“This shit with my sister, motherfucker.”
“We’re friends,” I said calmly, wishing we weren’t having this conversation.
“There’s some shit in here that can’t be unseen,” Thomas bit out, growling as he continued to scroll.
“Stop fucking reading it, then.”
“A fucking cock shot? Really? What the fuck? That’s my little sister and you’re sending her pictures of your junk?”
“Give me my goddamn phone,” I growled, reaching over as I tried to rip it from his grasp.
“After we kill Rebel, I’m kicking your ass.”
I nodded. “I deserve it.”
If she were my sister, I’d do the same. I’d want to beat the living fuck out of anyone who touched her or harmed her virtue. This was Izzy, and I wasn
’t her first, but I planned to be the last damn man she ever bedded.
“Shut the fuck up and drive!” he shouted, tossing the phone back into my lap.
We drove in silence as we made our way to Bushnell. The highway was empty during the dead of night, a streetlight near an exit the only change in scenery.
As we pulled off the highway, Thomas spoke first. “This is how this shit is going to happen. I’ll get the information from the desk clerk while you and Flash make sure no one leaves the motel.”
The closer we got, the faster my heartbeat pounded in my chest. All the horrible things I’d imagined when I thought she hadn’t made it home safe amplified. Knowing that she was in the hands of Rebel, an MC vice president, made my fucking stomach churn.
“Okay,” Flash said, pulling himself forward.
“Then when I get the room number, you’ll wait outside”—he turned to face Flash—“and James and I will go inside and deal with whatever clusterfuck we find.”
“But I want to go inside too,” Flash whined.
“Man the fuck up. We need someone to keep an eye out in case others show up.”
“Fine,” he snapped, slapping the front seat before he slumped in the back seat.
“Fucking pussy,” I mumbled, trying to stop myself from turning around and punching him in the face. “Who’s getting Rebel?”
“Let me deal with Rebel. You get Izzy out of there,” Thomas said, turning to look out the window.
I flipped off the headlights as we approached the motel. The contents of my stomach began to churn inside me. Sweat dotted my brow as nerves racked my body. Jesus, I was so scared of what we might find inside. I’d kill the motherfucker with my own bare hands if he’d hurt her.
Thomas went inside as Flash and I watched the motel, making sure no one left.
“You got a problem with me?” Flash asked, my eyes flickering to him in the rearview mirror.
If looks could kill, he’d be a dead man. “This shit is all your fault,” I said, my voice laced with anger.
“How the hell is this my fault?” he asked, glaring at me.
“You thought it was a great idea to bring her to Bike Week,” I spat out, wishing I could wrap my hands around his pencil neck.
“I thought we could have some fun. How did I know all this shit would
