I worry all evening about how I am going to get away from Latch. In the end, Lucy makes my job easy. She had forgotten her coach called a dance rehearsal, and Latch had to drive her to the school. By the time she tells him, he doesn’t have time to get Keys to come out, and I somehow convince him I’ll be fine. I give it five minutes after he leaves, get in my vehicle and drive out to the old church.
There is a car parked outside, and one lone light shines from the frosted green glass window. My hands are shaking and my heart pounding, but I do my best to tap my fear down and head inside. I open the door and look around. At first I don’t see anything, and then from the darkened entryway to another room comes my worst nightmare. It isn’t my uncle at all. It is my father. I turn to run back to my car, but I’m trapped by my uncle.
“Daughter, I hear you’ve taken up your old ways. Jezebel. Did I not warn you what would happen if you didn’t repent your transgressions? All my hard work and you’ve let the demons overtake you once again. Don’t worry, I know exactly how to save you from your transgressions.”
Chapter 15
Sabre
I always aim for my enemies’ weaknesses. I’m just not used to having my own.
Skull thought we should give Dragon’s crew a heads up about the Donahue Brothers, so for the past hour we’ve been talking with the Savage Brothers. I barely make it out of the plant’s door before Latch’s old truck comes zooming up the parking lot. Only one thing would make him drive that way. My heart stalls.
“Son of a bitch, Sabre. I told the damn woman to sit still. I was only gone for thirty minutes,” he starts.
“Where is Annie?”
“I don’t know, man. I got back to the house and she was gone. I had to take Lucy for her dance practice. It was thirty minutes, tops!”
“Was there signs of a struggle? Any idea who might have gotten her?” I ask, trying to fight through the panic. If anything were to happen to Annie…
“I don’t think anyone did, her car’s gone. I think she left to meet that fucking uncle. He called and she seemed real upset. I tried to call you but cell signal is shit out here. Then Lucy had practice. Fucking hell, I’m sure she went to meet him.”
“Where at?” I ask already getting on my bike.
“That’s just it, I don’t know.”
I holler at the rest of the club which are standing to the side talking to Dragon and Dancer, “Torch! My woman’s in trouble. Check the GPS coordinates on that tracker you put in her car and call me. Like yesterday.”
“On it!” He calls, already on his bike. The sound of pipes echoes in the air, as my brothers jump on their rides. I’m already on the road, though. Torch will call as soon as signal pops in so he can get the coordinates from his cell. I’ve got to keep my shit together long enough to save my woman. I don’t know what the uncle has planned, but after hearing Annie tell me what her motherfucking father did to her before she fled to Kentucky, I figure it’s not good.
It’s about ten minutes, the single most torture-filled ten minutes I’ve ever endured before Torch finally calls me. I get the directions, push down the throttle, and pray nothing has happened to her.
*
I barely let my bike come to a stop before I’m off of it. I’m running to the damn door and not giving one fuck about my back. I’ve got my club with me that can watch it, but I can deal with these miserable fucks on my own. I’ll make them regret the day they were ever born.
What greets my eyes when I open the door is the last thing I expected. It will be something I tell my grandkids about, and I do plan on having grandkids. In fact, just seeing my woman right now makes me long to have children with her. Children that will be strong, sassy, and beautiful, just like their momma.
Annie is standing over her father screaming at him. I know it’s him from the things she’s yelling. He’s unconscious, his eyes are swollen, red and wet. She’s also hog-tied him with duct tape. She’s giving him down the road and telling him what a sad fuck he truly is. Though not said in those words, the message is still there. The uncle isn’t unconscious, but his eyes are also red, swollen and he’s crying profusely. He’s also been hog-tied.
“Annie, what the hell?” I ask flabbergasted that somehow my woman managed to stop two grown men from hurting her. I’m glad and I’m proud as hell. I’m just not sure I understand it all.
“I…Sabre?” She questions, stopping mid-tirade to answer me.
“What’s going on here? How did you do this?”
“I’m not stupid, Sabre. I didn’t show up here without my stun gun and mace. How did you find out where I was?”
“I never called you stupid, woman, but I’m starting to think I need to sleep with one eye open,” I joke, my heart definitely feeling lighter now that I know she’s okay.
“Very funny, Sabre.”