Page 85 of Jett

JETT

THE SECOND WE PULLup to the house, I know shit ain’t right. I shut off my engine and throw my helmet on the ground as I climb the steps to my front door two at a time. The door is wide open, and Diesel is laid out on the welcome mat like an offering.

“Check the perimeter,” I say to Trigger. He rushes off around the side of the house while I pull my gun and head inside followed by Killer.

I step over Diesel’s prone body and rush inside. Grim is tied to my fucking dining chair, a sheet in his mouth like a gag.

“What the fuck happened? Who took her?” I demand, taking in his black eye. “Who?”

He starts muttering some shit behind his gag and I yank it out of his mouth. “Start talkin’, arsehole.”

“Indie and Ivy happened.”

I just stare at him. “What the fuck are you talkin’ about? Are you honestly tellin’ me that two of my men were overpowered by a couple of bitches?”

“They had that bitch who runs Death Before Decaf with them.”

“Kimba?” I ask.

Grim nods.

“And let me guess, you two fuck knuckles thought you might get your dick wet?”

“She hit me, knocked me out.”

“And the three of them just happened to lift you into a chair and tie you there.”

Grim’s lips turn up in the corners. “Looks like.”

“Bullshit. You played a part in this. Where the fuck is my old lady?”

“I wish I knew.”

“If anything happens to her—”

“You mean if anything else happens to her, since she’s been through some shit as your old lady.”

“I’m fuckin’ serious.” I take a deep inhalation through my nose. “I will put you to ground without so much as blinkin’, you dumb fuck.”

“She’s better off without you, Prez.”

“That’s not for you to decide.”

“No, I guess she made that decision for you though, huh?”

Killer walks toward him, but I grab his shoulder and hold him back.

“Prez?”