Filed to story: The LORDS Series Free PDF by Shantel Tessier
Just when I get to my feet, I fall to my knees, unable to move. I swear I hear her scream out for me as more officers rush over.
FIFTY-ONE
TYSON
I’m pinned down, my chest pressed onto the hood of a cop car, when I hear Ryat’s voice.
“What the fuck is going on here?” he shouts, coming over to me and the five cops that it took to put me down.
“Stay back-“
“Uncuff him right fucking now!” Ryat barks out, interrupting the cop.
“He beat the fuck out of two of our officers. And then threatened to shoot another with his own gun.” He scoffs.
I’m shaking and not because the fuckers tased me, but because I can’t do anything. My hands are tied. Literally. They’ve got theirs all over me, keeping me down. If I could just get them off, I’d run into the building. The cuffs won’t stop me.
I watch Ryat pull his cell out of his pocket and make a phone call. He’s pacing back and forth next to the car before he takes a few more steps farther away and begins to speak quickly into his cell.
Pushing against the car, I try to lift their weight up off me. But I hear a gun cock and then feel the barrel at the back of my head. “Don’t fucking move, Tyson. Or it’ll be the last thing you do.”
My teeth grind. I can’t save my wife if I’m dead. I know she’s alive. The one thing about them stopping me is that I was able to think about it.
This was a ploy. My club didn’t burn down by accident when I was away. No, they wanted her here without me. If she’s not out here with the others, then she’s been taken. They want me to think she’s inside burning.
Don’t get me wrong, I was going in even if I wasn’t going to be coming back out. I’d risk my life to save my wife’s. Because there’s still a small voice in the back of my mind saying that she’s in there. Someone wanted to kill her to hurt me. That’s what would hurt the most-having to live the rest of my life without her.
This isn’t the Lords’ doing. They’d never take Blackout from me. It’s personal, which means they’d go after my wife.
I saw Alex and Jenks right before I got tased, both beat the fuck up but alive. They were jumped by two men, both in masks. They looked like dogs with their tails tucked between their legs because they think they failed me by not saving my wife. But the reality is, I failed her. She wasn’t their responsibility. I didn’t have time to discuss with them, but I sent them to my house to make sure it wasn’t next. I need it to stay standing. I can access Blackout footage from my home office.
“You have a phone call,” Ryat says, sounding much more cheerful as he walks back over to us and hands his phone to the guy who’s got the gun to the back of my head.
He huffs, repositioning the gun so he has one free hand. “Hello?” Pause. “Sir… Yes. Yes, I understand.” He hands Ryat back his phone. And a long silence follows before he says, “Uncuff him.”
They growl, annoyed that whoever Ryat called probably threatened their career. The first cuff unlocks, and I pull my hands around to my front, not even bothering to wait for the second.
Pushing off the hood, I spin around, rip the gun from the officer’s hand and shoot him in the chest. The sound of the gun going off echoes through the packed parking lot and the officer falls backward onto his back. “Fuuckk,” he groans, gripping his chest and rolling to his side.
“Jesus, Tyson,” another one spits out, falling to his friend’s side. “What if he hadn’t been wearing his vest?” he barks, looking up at me.
“That’s what I was hoping for.” I remove the magazine and toss the useless gun to the ground beside him.
“I’m sorry, but your wife is gone.”
I turn to see the officer I shot now bent over but up on his feet, glaring at me.
His eyes look over the flames that heat up my back. “There’s no way anyone left inside could have survived.”
That right there is why the Lords don’t cooperate with the police. They can’t see the bigger picture. My wife is alive. The question is, where the fuck is she? I’m going to find out.
I turn to Ryat, and we walk closer to Blackout. It’s still up in flames. “Whoa.” He runs in front of me, his hands on my chest. “We both know she’s not in there.” He lowers his voice. “This is a ploy, Ty. I know it, and so do you.” He speaks what I was just thinking but still. There’s always that small chance.
I run my hands through my hair, realizing I still have that one cuff on my wrist. “What if she is, though?” I ask through gritted teeth. “Would you take that chance with Blakely?”
He looks away from me, sighing, knowing his answer would be the same as mine. “Tracker.” His large eyes come back to mine, snapping his fingers. “You’ve got a tracker, right?”
I yank my cell out of my back pocket and pull it up. “It shows the alley,” I say, and we run through the back parking lot to the side alley. This tracker is on point. It could be at the bottom of the ocean, and it would show me how many feet deep it is.
We enter the dimly lit alley. “Lake?” I call out. “Laikyn?” I’m shouting while I breathe heavily. Glancing at my cell, I come to a stop. “This is where it says she is.” Lowering my hand, I look at the ground, and my blood runs cold when I see her tracker by my shoe. “GODDAMMIT!”
FIFTY-TWO
TYSON
My wife has been missing for two days, and I’m losing my goddamn mind. Literally. I haven’t slept, haven’t eaten. I’m to the point where I’m seeing shit. It’s fucking with me. But every time I close my eyes, all I see is her begging me to find her. To help her. So I stay awake. Fueled by anger and desperation.
A desperate man is a dangerous one. I never understood why a man with nothing to lose is to be feared. Have you ever met a man with everything to lose? They are the ones to fear. They will do whatever it takes to make sure they keep what is theirs.
I haven’t received one text or call about a ransom. Not like I expected to get one. They don’t plan on giving her back to me. They want to make me suffer. See how far they can push me until I hit my breaking point. I’m going to burn the fucking city down. That’s how far I’m willing to go.
Ryat brings his car to a stop, and I get out, shutting my door. I don’t even bother trying to be quiet. I kick in the front door and enter the apartment; Ryat enters behind me with his gun drawn.
“What the …?” The guy jumps up from the couch, dropping his beer.
I rush him, taking him down to the floor as the girl who was sucking his dick screams at the top of her lungs.
I punch Beau in the face, knocking him out, and go for the girl. Grabbing her hair, I pull her over to the kitchen area and shove her into a chair. He’s a senior at Barrington this year, so he can get his dick wet. But I know she’s not his chosen.
“Please,” she sobs, “don’t do this.”
Ryat pockets his gun and removes the backpack off his shoulders and pulls out the duct tape. He helps me hold her down while I secure her wrists to the arms of the chair and then her ankles to the legs. I finish her off with tape around her mouth while her muffled cries fill the room.
Once I feel she’s secure, I pull the chair into the living room and turn her to face the couch. Then I pick up an unconscious Beau and tie him up as well. Sitting him up on the couch, we wait.
* * *
He opens his eyes; they look around unfocused for a few seconds before he realizes that he’s tied up. His eyes meet the girl’s that is duct taped in the chair and he jumps to his feet. I ram my elbow into his face, and he falls to the couch, groaning into the cushion.
I grip his hair and yank him to sit as I lower myself to the glass coffee table and rip the tape from his mouth. He sucks in a deep breath. “What the fuck, Ty?”
“Where is she?” I demand.
“I don’t know.”
I punch him in the nose, feeling a crack on the bone.
“Je-sus,” he cries out, leaning forward, blood now dripping from his face onto my shoes.
I go over to the table and grab the duct tape. I then walk back to the couch and wrap it around his head just like I did hers, silencing him.
Tossing it to the floor, it rolls under the coffee table. I make my way over to the girl, and she drops her head, sobbing behind the tape on her face.
I gently push the blond hair off her shoulder and then pull her head back, forcing her to look up at Beau. “It’s okay,” I tell her, and she breathes heavily through her nose. Tears run down her face, and she squeezes her eyes closed. “I’ll make it quick,” I say before grabbing either side of her face. Her eyes pop open, and I twist, breaking her neck.
I let her go. Her head falls forward, and Beau starts screaming through his tape.