Law Man
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“Boys get back, you’ll get briefed,” he repeated.
I gave up on him and looked to Gwen. “Where’s Hawk?”
She looked at me and answered, “He dropped us off and then he took off.”
“Does he know what’s going on?” I asked.
“Well, he knows Tack and he knew who those guys were in the cars that were after you so I’m thinking…yeah,” she answered. “Though he didn’t share,” she finished quietly.
Damn.
I moved to her and LaTanya trailed me. “Can you call him?”
“Uh…no, honey, sorry,” she said softly. “When I say he took off, I mean he took off to wade into whatever is going on. And when he’s involved in an operation, I leave him be and let him concentrate.”
This was probably smart.
Still, even knowing hot guy commando Hawk was in play didn’t stop me from shaking which I belatedly realized I’d started doing.
“Elvira, tequila,” LaTanya muttered and I knew she saw me shaking.
Then she grabbed my hand and I looked at her.
“It’s the Russian mob cleaning up Bill’s mess. Tack told me. And I’m not involved, like, at all and they came after me. They’ll go after Bud and Billie.”
“You can’t know that,” she said gently.
“When I told Tack about Bud and Billie, he got someone on it right away. So, yes, I can know that,” I replied.
She pressed her lips together and looked at Gwen.
Gwen looked at me. “I know Tack, Mara. He’s a good guy. A really good guy. If he’s got someone on it, they won’t mess around.”
This didn’t make me feel better either though I was getting a suspicion president of a motorcycle club Tack was not like any of the bikers I’d met in my mother’s trailer.
“Tequila, hon, now,” Elvira ordered softly and my eyes went to her.
“I’m already drunk, I don’t need more. I need my wits about me,” I explained.
“Tequila, Mara, now,” Elvira kind of repeated.
“But –” I started.
“Don’t know how long it’s gonna last but you’re on a bumpy ride. You got your girls but you need more. Listen to Elvira. Smooth the edges. Tequila. Now,” she demanded.
I swallowed. Then I nodded. Then the girl gang bellied up the bar. I took my shot glass from Elvira. The other girls grabbed one and in unison we belted them back.
I put my shot glass on the bar while wincing.
LaTanya, who didn’t let go of my hand, squeezed it.
We heard a door open just then and we also heard a man’s angry voice barking, “You got this f**ked up shit, you tell the f**kin’ cops about it.”
I knew that voice.
Brock.
I pulled my hand from LaTanya’s and raced around the bar to see Brock striding in using an angry gait and he was just behind Tack.
“We don’t roll that way, man, and you know it,” Tack growled.
I stopped, eyes on Brock and asked, “What’s going on?”
His eyes cut to me and his face changed.
It was not a good change.
It was the worst change of all.
My legs trembled.
Oh God, no.
“No,” I whispered, my gaze darting to Tack who was wearing the same expression. “No,” I repeated and I felt an arm slide around my waist but didn’t tear my gaze from the two men.
Brock moved swiftly to me, stopped in front of me and ordered gently, “Need you to sit down, Mara.”
“Tell me,” I returned quietly.
“Mara, honey, I need you to –”
I knew it, I could read it on his face and I couldn’t hold it back.
Therefore I lost it.
“Tell me!” I shrieked.
“They got the kids,” he replied quickly and I stared at him, my lungs hollowing out but other than that nothing, just numbness invading every inch of me.
“Penny and Evan?” I forced between my lips.
“Evan’s roughed up but he’s okay. They didn’t touch their kids,” Brock answered.
Evan tried to step in.
Mitch’s brother-in-law tried to step in with the Russian mob.
He was roughed up but okay.
He could have been killed.
And my cousin put him in that position.
I continued to stare at Brock.
“Let’s get you to a couch,” he said softly, moving toward me but I took a step back, detaching from the arm I saw now was Gwen’s. I also lifted my hand, palm up to Brock who stopped when I moved.
“Tell me what’s happening to get them back,” I demanded.
Brock didn’t delay with his answer. “Tack’s mobilized his boys, Delgado his and Mitch is mobilizing the DPD. The call is also out to the Nightingale men.”
“And this means?” I pressed.
“This means Tack needs to brief me, he needs to get on his bike, I need to get to Mitch and we need to get them back,” Brock replied.
“Then do that,” I ordered. “Now.”
He jerked up his chin then Brock and Tack moved. Tack stared into my eyes as he passed me. Brock grabbed my hand and gave it a quick squeeze when he did. They walked swiftly through the biker rec room and disappeared behind a door.
I stared at the door.
“Breathe, honey,” Gwen whispered at my side.
“They’ve got my kids,” I whispered back.
“Honey –” she started but I interrupted her.
“The Russian mob has my kids.”
Her arm slid around my waist again then went tight. LaTanya took my hand again and hers went tight.
I stood still and staring at the doors Brock and Tack disappeared behind.
Bill.
Fucking with me, he f**ked his kids. Fucking up his life, he f**ked up his kids’.
Bill.
Bill!
I tried to protect them.
And I failed.
The Russian mob had my kids.
I tugged my hand free from LaTanya’s and lifted both. Sliding my fingers into my hair, I pressed my palms to my forehead.
“They hurt them, I’ll kill them,” I whispered to the floor.
“Let’s sit down,” I heard Elvira suggest.
“They hurt them, I’ll kill them then I’ll kill Bill.”
“Move her to a couch.” Again from Elvira but not a suggestion this time.
“They’ve got my kids,” I whispered and on the second word, my voice broke.
I felt pressure on my waist then my body was moving then I found myself sitting on a couch.
Two seconds later, the door Brock and Tack disappeared behind opened and both men came out and both came directly to me.
I gave up on him and looked to Gwen. “Where’s Hawk?”
She looked at me and answered, “He dropped us off and then he took off.”
“Does he know what’s going on?” I asked.
“Well, he knows Tack and he knew who those guys were in the cars that were after you so I’m thinking…yeah,” she answered. “Though he didn’t share,” she finished quietly.
Damn.
I moved to her and LaTanya trailed me. “Can you call him?”
“Uh…no, honey, sorry,” she said softly. “When I say he took off, I mean he took off to wade into whatever is going on. And when he’s involved in an operation, I leave him be and let him concentrate.”
This was probably smart.
Still, even knowing hot guy commando Hawk was in play didn’t stop me from shaking which I belatedly realized I’d started doing.
“Elvira, tequila,” LaTanya muttered and I knew she saw me shaking.
Then she grabbed my hand and I looked at her.
“It’s the Russian mob cleaning up Bill’s mess. Tack told me. And I’m not involved, like, at all and they came after me. They’ll go after Bud and Billie.”
“You can’t know that,” she said gently.
“When I told Tack about Bud and Billie, he got someone on it right away. So, yes, I can know that,” I replied.
She pressed her lips together and looked at Gwen.
Gwen looked at me. “I know Tack, Mara. He’s a good guy. A really good guy. If he’s got someone on it, they won’t mess around.”
This didn’t make me feel better either though I was getting a suspicion president of a motorcycle club Tack was not like any of the bikers I’d met in my mother’s trailer.
“Tequila, hon, now,” Elvira ordered softly and my eyes went to her.
“I’m already drunk, I don’t need more. I need my wits about me,” I explained.
“Tequila, Mara, now,” Elvira kind of repeated.
“But –” I started.
“Don’t know how long it’s gonna last but you’re on a bumpy ride. You got your girls but you need more. Listen to Elvira. Smooth the edges. Tequila. Now,” she demanded.
I swallowed. Then I nodded. Then the girl gang bellied up the bar. I took my shot glass from Elvira. The other girls grabbed one and in unison we belted them back.
I put my shot glass on the bar while wincing.
LaTanya, who didn’t let go of my hand, squeezed it.
We heard a door open just then and we also heard a man’s angry voice barking, “You got this f**ked up shit, you tell the f**kin’ cops about it.”
I knew that voice.
Brock.
I pulled my hand from LaTanya’s and raced around the bar to see Brock striding in using an angry gait and he was just behind Tack.
“We don’t roll that way, man, and you know it,” Tack growled.
I stopped, eyes on Brock and asked, “What’s going on?”
His eyes cut to me and his face changed.
It was not a good change.
It was the worst change of all.
My legs trembled.
Oh God, no.
“No,” I whispered, my gaze darting to Tack who was wearing the same expression. “No,” I repeated and I felt an arm slide around my waist but didn’t tear my gaze from the two men.
Brock moved swiftly to me, stopped in front of me and ordered gently, “Need you to sit down, Mara.”
“Tell me,” I returned quietly.
“Mara, honey, I need you to –”
I knew it, I could read it on his face and I couldn’t hold it back.
Therefore I lost it.
“Tell me!” I shrieked.
“They got the kids,” he replied quickly and I stared at him, my lungs hollowing out but other than that nothing, just numbness invading every inch of me.
“Penny and Evan?” I forced between my lips.
“Evan’s roughed up but he’s okay. They didn’t touch their kids,” Brock answered.
Evan tried to step in.
Mitch’s brother-in-law tried to step in with the Russian mob.
He was roughed up but okay.
He could have been killed.
And my cousin put him in that position.
I continued to stare at Brock.
“Let’s get you to a couch,” he said softly, moving toward me but I took a step back, detaching from the arm I saw now was Gwen’s. I also lifted my hand, palm up to Brock who stopped when I moved.
“Tell me what’s happening to get them back,” I demanded.
Brock didn’t delay with his answer. “Tack’s mobilized his boys, Delgado his and Mitch is mobilizing the DPD. The call is also out to the Nightingale men.”
“And this means?” I pressed.
“This means Tack needs to brief me, he needs to get on his bike, I need to get to Mitch and we need to get them back,” Brock replied.
“Then do that,” I ordered. “Now.”
He jerked up his chin then Brock and Tack moved. Tack stared into my eyes as he passed me. Brock grabbed my hand and gave it a quick squeeze when he did. They walked swiftly through the biker rec room and disappeared behind a door.
I stared at the door.
“Breathe, honey,” Gwen whispered at my side.
“They’ve got my kids,” I whispered back.
“Honey –” she started but I interrupted her.
“The Russian mob has my kids.”
Her arm slid around my waist again then went tight. LaTanya took my hand again and hers went tight.
I stood still and staring at the doors Brock and Tack disappeared behind.
Bill.
Fucking with me, he f**ked his kids. Fucking up his life, he f**ked up his kids’.
Bill.
Bill!
I tried to protect them.
And I failed.
The Russian mob had my kids.
I tugged my hand free from LaTanya’s and lifted both. Sliding my fingers into my hair, I pressed my palms to my forehead.
“They hurt them, I’ll kill them,” I whispered to the floor.
“Let’s sit down,” I heard Elvira suggest.
“They hurt them, I’ll kill them then I’ll kill Bill.”
“Move her to a couch.” Again from Elvira but not a suggestion this time.
“They’ve got my kids,” I whispered and on the second word, my voice broke.
I felt pressure on my waist then my body was moving then I found myself sitting on a couch.
Two seconds later, the door Brock and Tack disappeared behind opened and both men came out and both came directly to me.
