Page 125 of Menace

Where ever fucking home was.

All he was interested in was the location where Harper and Ry was being held and the bitches didn’t really know, they had some ideas but not a positive location.

They’ve been the bastards’ hands for too long and he felt in his gut they wouldn’t hesitate to hurt Harper.

They could use Pablo’s son as a bargaining chip but it felt wrong. The boy has been through enough with his fucked up aunt. Not to mention the family he had the misfortune to be born into. He felt sorry for the kid.

As he knocked on Maniac’s door he realised he’d made his decision. He wouldn’t agree to the deal. He would trust his cousins like they had asked him to do.

He would wait, even though it was killing him to do so.

He sat across from his Prez and VP explaining the demands the bitches made. Both shook their heads.

“Not fuckin’ happenin’, brother. They’re vipers, we don’t know if what they’re givin’ Asa is the truth. I suspect it might be a trap. We bring the boy in and we’re guilty of taking Pablo’s son. Our rules are clear, we do not touch families, ever. What we can do is get the information and pass it on to Carlos Mendez in exchange for Harper and Ry. What he does with the information is up to him. The only thing we want is your family.” Maniac explained calmly.

“I agree, we don’t touch the boy. We’ll put our faith in your cousins. They are the best at what they do and I’m confident we’ll be hearing from them soon.” Grave said.

Lucky nodded in agreement.

“And of course, it goes without sayin’, after we get what we want the bitches will be put outside the gates. What happens to them isn’t our concern.” Maniac shrugged.

Pushing his hands against his tired eyes he rubbed with the palms of his hands before dropping them to the arms of the chair. Rolling his head to loosen the tense muscles in his neck he breathed out in a harsh grunt.

“I fuckin’ hate this. I should have brought them in to keep them safe. I failed her and my son. Every second they’re missin’ my head makes up scenarios of what’s happenin’ to them. I can’t fuckin’ breathe thinkin’ those fuckers might be hurtin’ Harper. She’s suffered so much already it’s unfair that she has to suffer through this as well.”

A hand clamped down on his shoulder and he turned to see Rider standing beside him.

“We’re going to get her back, brother. You need to believe in our girl. Harper is strong, she survived the hell of her youth, and she’ll survive this. I believe it with all my heart.” He tightened his hand. “We’ll be ready when the call comes, and it will come. Patience, that’s all we’ve got to have, patience. We’ll get them back.”

It was like Rider’s words were prophetic because of what happened next.

Byte stormed in and slammed his laptop down on the desk. He looked wild but at the same time excited.

“I’ve got them, Prez, took me a bit to unravel but I know how they did it. The bastards had covered trucks waitin’ on them in the parkin’ lot of a derelict shoppin’ centre. They loaded the vehicles and when they drove out the trucks split up, drivin’ in different directions. Two trucks went to the same place, a large estate on the outskirts of the city. I checked the ownership, it’s part of a deceased estate that’s being contested. Apparently it was the home of an organised crime figure but I’ve yet to confirm. Don’t know how legal it is, but the lawyers are rentin’ it out to a company from Texas, Global Incorporated. I checked them out and it’s a front, a shell company. I haven’t dug any deeper into the company because I think it’s them. I think we’ve got them.”

Byte tapped the keys and a map appeared on the screen against the wall, a red dot indicating the location.

Suddenly Lucky’s phone buzzed, and he snatched it from his pocket. It was Bas calling.

It was fucking amazing, it was as if the universe was on their side and making sure everything was coming together at the same time.

“Bas, tell me you found them.”

“Mais yeah(But yes), cousin, we found your family. We tracked them to the LaGrange Estate. The bastards are holed up here. There’s a lot of movement goin’ on, looks like they might be packin’ up and gettin’ ready to run. A lot of boxes are bein’ loaded into trucks. Get your ass over here,mon cousin. We’ll keep watchin’ and keep you updated.”

He was looking at his president as the call ended.

“They found them. They’re bein’ held at the LaGrange Estate. Is that the one you’ve got, Byte?”

“Yeah, that’s the one. I have the floor plans for the house and the layout for the rest of the property. I’ve looked it over and it’s a massive place with an equally massive basement. According to the floorplan it’s a basement storage area and has a roller shutter door to the outside. The floor above the basement is the kitchens and so on. It uses half of the floor space, the other half consists of about eight rooms of various sizes. There’s a door leading down to the basement located in that area. I suspect the rooms are where they are holding them. The floor above the kitchens are the living spaces.”

He tapped his laptop and the floor plan of the house popped up. It was massive, just like he said.

He pointed at a point on the map.

“This is the roller shutter door to the storage area in the basement. It’s sunken below ground level and has a ramp leading down to it. A small truck will be able to drive right in there.” He tapped another spot inside the storage area. “This door gives you access to the rest of the basement and it’s our access point. As you can see the storage area takes up the major part of the basement but there’s another part that’s not storage. According to the floor plan there’s a big room back there but I don’t believe it. Old man LaGrange was into bad shit, I suspect he had cells and a dungeon back there.”

Just the thought of a dungeon had his gut on fire.

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