Resist Me(61)

“Fucking pussy,” I mumbled, trying to stop myself from turning around and punching him in the face. “Who’s getting Rebel?”

“Let me deal with Rebel. You get Izzy out of there,” Thomas said, turning to look out the window.

I flipped off the headlights as we approached the motel. The contents of my stomach began to churn inside me. Sweat dotted my brow as nerves racked my body. Jesus, I was so scared of what we might find inside. I’d kill the motherfucker with my own bare hands if he’d hurt her.

Thomas went inside as Flash and I watched the motel, making sure no one left.

“You got a problem with me?” Flash asked, my eyes flickering to him in the rearview mirror.

If looks could kill, he’d be a dead man. “This shit is all your fault,” I said, my voice laced with anger.

“How the hell is this my fault?” he asked, glaring at me.

“You thought it was a great idea to bring her to Bike Week,” I spat out, wishing I could wrap my hands around his pencil neck.

“I thought we could have some fun. How did I know all this shit would happen?” he asked, running his fingers through his hair.

“Don’t they teach you anything at the mighty FBI? You don’t fucking mix personal and business. Ever.”

“James, wouldn’t you call sleeping with Izzy a conflict of interest there, buddy?” A smug grin spread across his face.

“Fucker, I didn’t bring her into my world. I went to her, never the other way around.”

Thomas walked out of the office, motioning to us to follow. I grabbed my gun as I climbed out, and we both ran toward him on quiet feet.

“Room 103. Guy inside said he only saw Rebel and no one else,” Thomas informed us, pulling the magazine from his gun and looking at it. “Ready?” he whispered, stopping before the room and jamming the magazine back in place.

We nodded, removing the safeties from our guns as we approached the room that hopefully held Izzy.

Thomas motioned to Flash to stand in the parking lot, pointing to his eyes and then around the exterior of the building. Flash was to be our lookout. Thomas lifted his chin, standing off to the side as I used my leg and reared up, kicking in the door.

Charging into the room, I looked around and saw Izzy lying on the bed, unconscious. My heart sank as I ran to her. A heat and searing pain sliced through my arm as a loud bang filled the room. My body jerked sideways as I reached for her.

I didn’t look or stop to help Thomas; he could handle Rebel without a doubt. He’d given me a task and I’d follow it—save Izzy and get her the fuck out.

I carried her outside as another gunshot went off. She looked like an angel, resting and blissfully unaware of the shit going down. As I laid her on the hood of my car, I grabbed her face and placed my ear near her nose. She was breathing and reeked of liquor. I lifted her arms, studying every surface of her body. She was unharmed and had simply passed the fuck out.

“Watch her!” I yelled at Flash before running back into the room.

Kicking the door closed, I took in the scene before me. Thomas had Rebel on his knees with the gun to his head. Rebel was bleeding from his leg, his hands behind his head and his chin up in defiance.

“I want to know how you found out about me,” Thomas roared, his hand almost shaking as he held it to the top of Rebel’s head.

“Go fuck yourself,” Rebel sneered, spit flying from his mouth as he spoke.

I stepped forward, wondering what I should do next. I was torn between my duty to the DEA and my feelings for Izzy. Rebel knew information that could end her life and Thomas’s.

Thomas raised his hand, smacking Rebel with the butt of his gun. “You want to get out of this room alive? You better start fucking talking.”

“You’re a traitor and a fucking rat. You might as well kill me, because I’ll put your ass in the ground otherwise. I’m dead either way,” Rebel bit out, wincing from the pain. “I brought you in and helped you move up the ranks. Fucking shoot me, you pussy.”

“Who. The. Fuck. Knows?” Thomas said, moving to stand in front of Rebel with the gun still trained on his head.

“Fucking sucks not knowing something, doesn’t it, Blue?” Rebel growled, kneeling and bleeding all over the floor.

Thomas moved quickly, pointing the gun at Rebel’s shoulder and pulling the trigger. Rebel’s body swayed backward before he righted himself.

“First chance I get, I’m going to taste the pussy on your beautiful sister.” Rebel laughed.

I closed my eyes, seeing red as my stomach turned at the thought of Izzy being in danger. Fisting one hand at my side with my gun still in the other, I fought the urge to push Thomas out of the way and shoot the motherfucker in the head myself.