Page 110 of Menace

Lucky watched with pride as his old lady set the scene to make their attackers believe Bren was bleeding out on her bedroom floor. There were several sniggers when they saw her turn her phone off and slip it into the back of her pants and panties. She was back on her knees next to Bren pushing a towel over his wound, Ry strapped to her chest in his pack, when Carmella and a man walked into the room. His woman didn’t move from Bren’s side, just glared at them over her shoulder.

He knew the bastard was her brother by the obvious family resemblance. Their eyes were the same colour and shape and he was blonde as well. Lucky didn’t look away from the bastard on the screen and wanted to rip his throat out for the way the fucker looked at his old lady. It was right there in his face for all to see. The monster Harper had been subjected to as a child.

He wished the video had sound so he could hear what was being said. Carmella obviously said something that pissed the bastard off because the next moment he stormed over and jerked Harper to her feet.

The change that came over him when he saw Ry against her chest raised the hairs on his arms and on the nape of his neck. Violence boiled in the piece of shit’s face and eyes as he glared at the baby.

“Fucking bastard is goin’ to hurt them.” Lucky gritted through a tightly clenched jaw.

He didn’t though, he seemed almost calm as he dragged her out of the room.

She glanced back at Bren just as Carmella kicked him in the side. Her eyes were spitting fire at the bitch.

She was obviously not cowed by the situation, which was good. She was going to need her inner strength until they could get to them.

The video skipped to the three of them coming down the stairs, the prospect stood waiting at the bottom. Not only the look he gave Harper but what he said pissed Salvatore off and it earned him a kick in the chest that sent the traitorous little fucker flying.

“Ugly fuck deserved that and more,” Ren growled “and we’ll be givin’ it to him. He’ll be spittin’, shittin and pissin’ blood before we’re even half way done with him.”

Lucky grunted in agreement, his eyes riveted on the screen as his old lady was taken out through the tunnel and loaded into the back of one of the waiting SUV’s.

The look on Carmella’s face as she looked back at the garage they had emerged from was chilling. They had to get his family back and it had to happen soon.

It’s been twenty four hours. They’ve had them too long already.

He didn’t think Carmella would keep her hands off Harper. The bitch was crazy and would ignore any orders given by Salvatore.

They didn’t have a single lead and she’s been in their hands for hours. Carmella was not to be trusted and he doubted her brother was much better.

A photo of Harper at the studio was up on the screen, she was laughing at whoever had taken the photo. She was so incredibly beautiful.

Why the fuck had he listened to Maniac?

Why had he gone along with his fucked up plan?

Staying away from her was supposed to keep her safe. Look where that shit got them. His woman and child were taken.

And where was his ass?

Sitting safely at the clubhouse while his brothers paid with their blood for his mistake.

There was nothing he could say or do that would excuse the fact that he had fucked up.

She should never have been left with only three men to protect her. She should have been behind high walls, protected and safe from her family.

He had failed her, failed his son.

All he could now do was find them before any harm could be done to them.

Maniac’s voice pulled him back to the present, to the room.

“For those of you who don’t know her, this is Harper Delaney. She’s from South Africa and came to Savannah to help Ink open the tattoo shop. We gave our word she would be safe, that we would protect her and what happened yesterday turned us into liars. But even worse it made us look weak. The only way to turn this cluster fuck around is to find her and her boy and destroy those who took her.”

Maniac looked right at him as he continued laying it out.

“Since the moment she was taken we’ve had teams out canvassing our contacts and shaking trees to see what we could find. So far all we’ve got is that a group of Italians arrived by private plane and was met by several members of Los Rojos. Carmella Mendez was one of those who met the plane. The Italians were taken to Carlos Mendez’s yacht and stayed there with her. Her cousin Pablo Mendez was on the yacht as well.”

For a moment Maniac looked uncomfortable as he met Lucky’s eyes before he continued on.

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