Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 107557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
“Mine, too. Just keep those two updated on our location.”
Decker put his cell phone to his ear. “Can you both hear me?” A second later, he said, “Good.”
As Rez drove, Decker gave Nox and Finn the play by play on where they were and what direction they were headed. After a few minutes, Rez heard, “Good idea.”
He spared a glance over to the passenger side of the car. “What?”
“Finn said a traffic light is coming up in about three miles that only has a left turn lane onto a one-way street and one lane to go straight. He’s going to catch up to us and hope we hit that light when it’s red. If so, then we’re going to stay behind T-Bone, and once he’s stopped, pull up bumper to bumper. Finn will be sitting and waiting in the left turn lane. Nox will come across the intersection and block him from the front.”
“Box him in,” Rez summarized.
“Yep. Just like we hoped but wasn’t sure if we’d be able to pull off.”
“If the light’s green, then what?”
“Then we move on to plan B.”
Rez frowned. “What’s plan B?”
“Don’t know. We’ll figure it out if we have to.”
And here he thought he hadn’t been paying attention. “Fuck. Then plan A better work.”
“I wish we had one of those emergency responder transmitters to change the traffic lights.”
“Damn, that would’ve been perfect.”
“But illegal for this purpose.”
“Hold up. We plan on doing anything legal tonight?” Rez asked.
Decker snorted.
“Crew would have a shit-fit if he knew what we were doing.”
“That’s why he wasn’t clued in to what we’re doing,” Decker replied.
It was easier to beg for forgiveness after the fact than to ask for permission prior and get denied.
A belief Rez lived by all his teenage years.
And tonight, of course.
He smirked.
“The less people who know, the better.”
“No shit,” Rez murmured, hooking a left at the next intersection. “How soon is this traffic light? And are they in place?”
Decker lifted his phone back to his ear. “You two ready?”
When Rez glanced over, Decker gave him a nod and a thumbs up. “Two more streets ahead. Finn’s already waiting in the turn lane. Nox is ready to roll as soon as he sees us.”
“Let’s get ‘er done!” Rez repeated in a shout what Decker said earlier.
“See that?” Decker was practically bouncing in the passenger seat and pointing at the windshield. “Fuck yes. Talk about perfect timing.”
“What the fuck, dude? You’re acting and sounding like Valee Girl when you ask her if she wants to watch Minions for the hundredth time.”
When the light up ahead turned red, the brake lights on the Caprice lit up as the prospect actually stopped.
Thank fuck. They might be one step closer to finishing this whole ordeal and bringing Sloane’s sister home to her.
As soon as they pulled up behind the sedan, Nox pulled the pickup truck he was driving across the intersection so fast that Rez thought he was going to ram the front end of the Caprice. The truck’s tires squealed as he slammed to a stop barely in time.
Rez pumped the brakes on the vehicle he was driving and stopped right before his bumper kissed the Chevy’s. Decker had the passenger door flung open and he bailed out before the car came to a complete stop, hitting the ground running toward T-Bone’s car.
The Caprice’s door was kicked open the second T-Bone realized something was up, and before he could escape on foot, Decker tackled him with a shoulder to the torso so hard that even Rez grunted in pain.
They both hit the pavement hard, but at least Decker’s fall was somewhat cushioned by the lanky biker.
Rez threw the car into Park and jumped out to join his team. Decker now had T-Bone on his stomach with a knee planted on the prospect’s spine, while Finn was cuffing the motherfucker’s hands behind his back.
“Need the zip ties,” Decker barked out. “Bind his ankles like he did Sloane’s.”
“What the fuck’s going on?” Panic colored T-Bones yell. “Is that you, Hatchet?”
“Yeah, motherfucker, it’s Hatchet. Glad you remember me. Now, shut the fuck up.”
Finn worked a pillowcase over T-Bone’s head and once it was secure, Decker yanked him up to his feet using his bound arms.
“What the fuck are you doing? I don’t got your girl.”
“Bullshit,” Decker growled. “You stole her and I want her back.”
“You stole her from me!” T-Bone shrieked.
“We need to gag you?” Decker asked him.
They had already decided only Decker would speak during the mission, so their voices wouldn’t be recognized down the road. They also wanted T-Bone to think Decker was the former prospect Hatchet and not an undercover cop.
Rez had to bite his fucking tongue not to say shit. He assumed it was the same for Finn, especially after T-Bone had put his hands on Mel.
“You’re dead, Hatchet,” the prospect threatened. “Swear to fuckin’ Christ, you’re fuckin’ dead.”