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“We found them,” said Code running toward the group seated together at dinner. “They’re at an old warehouse out near the airport. Hawke-bird, counts eighty or ninety men outside and that’s not all.”
“Of course it’s not,” frowned Gaspar.
“They just brought Sam Bolchek there.”
“Where are the bison?” asked Nine.
“Oddly enough,” smirked Code, “they were in the area along with the elephants and Alvin. Semu seems to have hitched a ride as well.”
“And the boys?”
“Tailor, Alec, Juan, Angel, Trak, Antoine, Max, and Wilson are there under cover. I have the footage on the drone if you want to watch the feed.”
“Hell, yes I do,” smirked Nine picking up his plate. “Let’s go. Dinner and a show.”
“What the fuck?” muttered Killer seeing all the animals.
Cars were stopping on the roads, staring at the sight of wild animals trampling motorcycles and kicking up dirt. One of the men raised a weapon and he gripped his arm.
“Don’t you fucking idiot! Do you see all those people with their phones out? They’re watching this to see what we do. You kill these wild animals and we’ll be run out of town. Try moving them away.”
“We’ve tried!” said one of the men. “That fucking gator tries to take your balls off.”
The team smirked at one another beneath their stealth netting, carefully moving around the animals toward the clubhouse. There were only a few men inside, Alec, Tailor, Antoine, and Wilson happily dropping them to the floors. The women just looked stunned, unsure of what was happening. Alec removed the netting from his face and the girls gasped.
“Don’t be afraid, little bits. We’re here to get you out,” he said.
“They’ll kill us,” said one of the girls. “They said if we escaped they’d come and find us and kill us all.”
“They won’t find you and they won’t kill,” said Alec. “Let’s go. You’re gonna hold tight to us. Get on our backs, the others we’ll carry. Don’t move, don’t scream, don’t say a word. Clear?”
“Clear,” nodded Samanth Bolchek.
Doing as the men asked, four women crawled onto the backs of the massive men, three more, carried by Wilson, Tailor and Alec. The men easily moved out of the clubhouse, watching the chaos of men trying to avoid thousand-pound beasts.
Motorcycles were crushed beneath their weight, men groaning and moaning at the loss of their only property. Passing Trak, he nodded at them and made his way toward Killer. With speed and agility, he stabbed the needle into the man and he yelped like a little girl.
“What the fuck?” he said grabbing his ass. “Something stung me.”
His men stared at him, wondering if he’d lost his mind. There was nothing that could sting you out here, only things that could trample you.
Bolchek stared at the crazy scene, then felt a tug as someone gripped his body. The visions in front of him blurred and the next thing he knew, he was standing next to a black SUV.
“Wh-what? What just happened?” he stammered. David smiled at the man, bowing at his waist.
“You’re welcome,” he grinned.
“No. No,” he said looking around him. “You have no idea what you’ve done! He’ll kill my daughter.”
“No, he won’t,” said Alec setting the girl down in front of her father. Bolchek reached for the girl and she backed up, standing behind Alec.
“Samantha. Honey, it’s me, dad,” he said tearfully.
“I know who you are. You’re the man that sold out your own daughter because of fear. You were ready to allow them to kill that poor nun because you’re a coward. You make me sick!”
“Samantha,” he whispered, swallowing the bile rising in his throat. “Samantha, you don’t understand. I didn’t have a choice.”
“There is always a choice, dad. Always. Isn’t that what you taught me about drugs and alcohol and sex! All the things I didn’t get a choice of because you sold me to those men! I despise you. I will help put you in jail for what you’ve done.”
“Honey, maybe tone it down a notch,” said Alec. “I don’t agree with what your daddy did, but he thought he was protecting you, keeping you alive.”
“Yeah? Well, I’m anything but alive.”