Chapter One
Vince “Prince” Moretti
“Got it!” Triton shouts, standing up quickly from his desk. Rash and Jester’s heads swing in the direction of Triton who is standing in front of the printer, waiting for whatever is coming out.
“Are you going to share or … you need to go jerk it a few times before you come back and share? We’ve had nothing for hours.” Rash says crossing his arms, glaring at Triton.
“Sorry man. I’ve got the address for Steven Prescott.”
We all look at each other and wonder what the fuck he’s talking about.
“Before Holly came to Meadville, she bounced around up the east coast for six months until she landed here. I was able to trace her last known whereabouts to a town right outside of Atlanta. From what I’ve been able to piece together, she was living with a guy, Steven Prescott who she used to be uh…” Triton hesitates and rubs the back of his neck.
“Spit it out Triton. We’re big boys, we can handle it.” Jester says.
“Prescott’s her ex, they were supposed to get married, but she bolted the day of and ran off. I don’t know why, but the dude is bad news. He’s got his hands in things that would put him away for the rest of his life. I wouldn’t want to be married to a monster like that. Word is he’s been looking for her since she left.”
“So, he has her then? Let’s go. What the fuck are we waiting for?” Jester asks, grabbing for the papers in Triton’s hand.
Instead of giving them to him he looks at Pres.
“You two aren’t going in alone. The last thing we need is for your crazy asses to wind up killing everyone off and leaving a mess of evidence everywhere. I won’t have our brotherhood torn apart over this. If we’re going up against a man as dirty as him, we’re going to be smart about it.”
I nod at Pres knowing exactly what he’s going to say next.
“Rock and Prince, gear up. I want you on them until we’ve got Holly back. Triton, how’s that jet, is it ready to fly?”
Triton grins “Ready, and all gassed up Pres. I’m sure a call from you to flight control, and we could be in the air in a few hours.”
“I’ll make it one. You five get your asses moving and get to the hangar. I want you in and out.”
“And Prince?” I stop at the door and look back at him.
“If possible, keep ‘em alive, yeah?”
Saluting him, I walk out the door knowing he just asked a hell of out of me. Keeping these crazy mother fuckers in line is a hell of a task on a good day. He’s sending me to get back their woman.
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The flight is just long enough to give us time to read the files Triton gave us on Steven Prescott. Holly’s ex is a dirty son of a bitch who likes to traffic women, some as young as thirteen. What Pres asked of us is getting harder to agree to.
“I can’t believe the stupid son of a bitch thought he could take her from us and there wouldn’t be any consequences.” Jester fumes while reassembling his semi-automatic.
I’ve watched Rash take apart his Beretta twice now with Jester sitting by his side.
We all knew those two were bound to happen, we’ve just been waiting for them to figure it out. Never thought It’d be a woman they’re both completely gone over to pull them together though.
Triton doesn’t bother stopping at an airport. We can’t afford the delay, and frankly, we don’t give a shit if it’s allowed or not. We aren’t planning on being here long. He flies us straight to the address and sets the plane down in the dick head’s backyard.
We decided before we left Meadville that Triton would stay on the plane, so we could be in and out. As soon as Triton lands the jet, I glance at Rash and Jester who are already standing, guns in hand, ready to get shit done. Rock and I are out of our seats seconds later following crazy one and crazy two.
I check my shoulder holster and make sure my guns are ready. I don’t know what I’m walking into and I’d prefer not to get shot today. I’m walking in knowing I’m prepared for anything to go down.
As soon as we get off the plane, I notice how pristine the grounds are. Should I be wearing a suit and tie for this rescue mission instead of my jeans and cut? I’m not even in the house yet, and my skin starts to crawl thinking about wearing a suit.
Jester draws his gun and is firing before I have the chance to stop him. He shoots the lock and then kicks the door open.
“Did you bother to see if the door was unlocked, or were you going for a grand entrance?” I ask crazy numero uno.
He shrugs and keeps walking, like what he did was normal behavior. We walk into the house but don’t get far when an older guy I recognize from the files comes running out a closed door. Jester points his gun at the guy and cocks it, steading his finger on the trigger. “One more fucking step and my finger slips. Do you understand?”
The guy jerks his head up and down, and I can’t help but roll my eyes. What a bitch. Rock walks over and grabs the pussy around the neck.
“Holly” Rash barks and the guy pisses his pants.
“You’ve got to be shitting me!” I yell, already fed up with the waste of space in front of us.
“Well, not yet,” Jester says laughing, still pointing the gun at Bernard. I read up on old Bernard here, and he’s as bad as the rest. Being loyal to a man like Prescott is a dumb move. Indulging in his product is even worse.
With guns drawn we walk into the closed office to find Holly dressed to the nines holding hands with the snake himself.
“I, Holly Bell, take Steven Prescott to-” Holly says stoically.
“Precious don’t finish that fucking sentence.” Rash orders, glaring at Prescott.
I hear a gun cock and look over to see Jester pointing his pistol at Prescott’s head. “Get your hands off our woman fuck head.”
He drops Holly’s hands, and Rash pulls her away from him.
Rock walks in with his arm wrapped around Bernard’s neck and addresses Holly. “Please tell me this isn’t the man that took you Hell’s Bells. I know you could have taken him on your own.”
She laughs. “No. Johnny took me. He’s about, well, the size of you. Less muscle though.” She laughs harder when Rock glares at her. When we hear something crash to the ground, her smile turns to a frown, and she runs out of the office, and I follow behind her.
“Help!” A woman screams. I find Johnny trying to pull the most devastatingly beautiful woman through the front door. Her clothes are torn, and she has blood dripping down her chin. I don’t need further explanation to know what happened to her.
“Fucking piece of shit!” I say to myself and draw my gun. I hadn’t intended on killing anyone today, but I’ll make an exception for him.
“Lana, down!” Holly yells.
As soon as she’s out of the way I pull the trigger and hit the fucker in the middle of the forehead. She cries out as he falls to the ground on top of her.
Her cries tear right through me, and I’m running to her, pushing him off her. She’s curled up in a ball, and her dark hair is in her eyes. I brush it out of her face and look into the stormiest pair of grey eyes I’ve ever seen. It doesn’t even make sense to me, but I know instantly I’ve just found the woman I’m going to spend my life loving.
“My Princess,” I say, stroking her cheek as she stares up at me, sucking her bottom lip into her mouth. “Beautiful, I’m never letting you go.” I pull her up into my arms, bridal style and carry her out of this fucked up house, to the plane.