Grabbing his shirt, I pull him even closer. “You’ll do what I say, because I’m your fuckin’ President. If you don’t, I’ll put your ass on the ground. Do you understand me?”
He nods, I push him away. “Just keep your eyes open.”
“Fine, I’ll sit out here playing with myself, but I’ll make sure to keep a look out while I do,” He growls out, pissed as fuck.
Not having time for his shit right now, I ignore his smart ass mouth and turn to back to Rollo. “I want you to head back to the hospital.”
His ass decides to argue too. “No, I’m going in with you.”
“Lock and I are going in alone. I need you at the hospital to watch Tag. When he wakes up, the cops are gonna be asking questions. I want you there to supply him the right answers.” That’s the last I’m gonna say on the matter so I look back to Tin. “If we’re not out in thirty minutes, hit the road. I don’t want you here when the cops show up.”
His anger flares again. “You want me to just walk away from you? Are you fuckin’ crazy?”
Shaking my head, I tell him the rest of my plan. “If something goes wrong, you’re President of the Outlaws. I’ll need you on the outside to make sure that everything goes down like I got planned. I also need you to take care of Shay.”
“You sure this is what you want?” He asks, still not liking my plan but no longer looking so pissed.
“Yep, just keep your eyes open. If Red or Marcus tries to run, fill them with lead.” Motioning to between the spot where Lock is parking his truck behind my bike, I go on. “I don’t care who it is. If it’s not one of us take them down.”
He nods then looks to the house. “I’ll play look out if that’s what you need but save Red’s ass for me. I brought him into the club, and he betrayed us. I’m gonna be the one to make him pay for that betrayal.”
“Red’s not there,” Rollo says, stepping between Tin and me. “It’s only Marcus and Shay.”
“How the hell do you know that?” Tin asks, looking back at the house.
“There’s bloody footprints heading off the porch and none coming back in. I’m figuring, Red walked through the blood in the kitchen floor before heading out.”
I don’t question Rollo, knowing from experience to depend on his word, but Tin does. “How do you know it was Red? Marcus could’ve been the one that left.”
He shakes his head. “First of all, that bastard’s car is still out there for everyone to see.”
“He could’ve….” Tin starts, but Lock cuts him as he gets out of his truck.
“My dad says Marcus is in the basement.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” How the hell would Lock’s dad know anything?
“She made it to your safe room and called Dad.”
I think of the room, one that I barely walk into. Its sole purpose is storage, has been since before I bought the place. When I had it redone, I left the room as it was, just reinforced the walls and added the security system and door. Other than that, everything else has stayed the same including the old phone.
“Thank fuck I didn’t take the phone out.” As soon as the words leave my mouth, I have a clear picture of what going on inside the house. Somehow, Shay made it to the safe room. Red left knowing there was no chance to get to her, but Marcus wasn’t willing to leave his wife behind.
“She told him to get hold of you, guess she didn’t remember your number, but he called me instead.”
As his words sinks in, I let out a relieved breath. “How did she get in the safe room?”
“I don’t know. All I know is that she’s in there alone, but Marcus is doing his best to get to her.”
“That ain’t gonna happen.” As long as the lock is engaged from the inside, nothing short of a nuclear bomb is opening that door.
Lock nods, “That’s what I figured, so all we need to do is take Marcus’s ass down and get her to open the door.”
“Is she okay?” I ask, praying that his answer is yes.
Lock nods, agreeing with me. “She’s hurt. Dad says she claims it’s just a few broken ribs. He wanted to call 911, but she begged him not to call the police. She said if he did, you would be in trouble.”
“Fuck!” I shout, fighting the urge to hit something. My woman, the person that I promised to keep safe, is protecting me. She’s probably scared out of her fuckin’ mind, and she’s more worried about me getting in trouble than herself being caught by a mad man. I’d spend the rest of my life in prison if it meant getting her out of this shit quicker. “She should’ve called the police, not fuckin’ worry about me.”