Prowler shucked his cut and turned to leave, knowing his brothers would follow. When they strode out the door heading for the van, he saw Monster’s bike lying on its side at the end of a skid, headlight still on.
When Prowler turned it off and picked the bike up, he noticed some blood on the ground. Of course there’d be blood. His brother threw down his bike to make sure he answered the call when it came.
“Hey, Boogey,” he shouted back inside.
“Yeah, Prez?” Boogeyman stood in the open doorway.
“Patch Monster up and snatch that cuff off him for a few hours.
“Will do, Prez.”
Prowler made a mental note to get Monster’s bike fixed for him out of his own pocket, not club coffers. It was the least he could do.
The four men were armed and loaded into the van. The drive to Taylor’s rental seemed to take forever, but only complete morons broke traffic laws when they had a shit ton of unregistered weapons.
Pulling into the neighborhood, they could see it was street parking only.
“Perfect,” Kansas said. “We can do a drive-by and assess without it appearing out of the ordinary if we circle back.”
They did just that.
“There’s her car,” Prowler pointed out.
“We got walkers at three o’clock and a Kravitz at ten.” Everyone turned to where Kansas indicated. There was a family just heading inside of the blue house and a fluttering curtain on another.
“Circle around, we’ll park on the street behind and come up between the buildings. No one seemed to be paying muchattention over there.” It wasn’t fully dark, so they couldn’t just pile out of the van with weapons and waltz up to the front door.
Ghoul followed his direction and killed the engine. “Too risky for guns, even suppressors would draw attention in these close quarters. We gotta go old school, brothers.”
Prowler grabbed his bat, and they headed in to save his girl. Climbing the back wall gave them some cover to get the slider open. If people only knew how easy those things were to pop, they’d remember to always put the bar down or go old school and use a sawed-off broom handle. Hell, anything to keep the slider from sliding.
Prowler would have a talk with Taylor about her safety when this was all over.
As Bulldog slid the glass aside, he heard a man who was not Travis. “Now we’re gonna have some fun.”
Prowler didn’t need another syllable or the sounds of a pained scream from Taylor to propel him into motion. He shoved around Bulldog and down the hall. There was a burly fucker dragging Taylor into a room by the hair on her head, and he saw red. If he didn’t think that a snarling, snapping Wolf ripping a man’s throat to shreds would freak Taylor out, he would’ve shifted. Instead, he tackled the fucker.
He was vaguely aware of knocking Taylor away and hoped she hadn’t got hurt. He’d also lost his bat, but fuck it, he’d beat the fucker to death if he had to.
Everything happened so fast it was like he was watching it … through Wolf’s eyes. While he hadn’t shifted, Wolf was definitely in charge.
And Wolf was pissed.
After a few punches, the man turned the tables. He ended up on top and landed a few good ones before Prowler heard a sound he recognized, and the man went limp.
Prowler shoved the dead weight off him. He stood and went straight to Taylor, who was holding his bat.
“Are you okay, babe?” He held her face in his hands, examining her in the low light. Other than a small red spot on her forehead, she looked none the worse for wear. “Talk to me, Taylor. Are you okay?”
When she still didn’t answer, he looked to Ghoul and Kansas, who stood in the hall as Prowler and Taylor were blocking the doorway.
“All clear,” Bulldog said as he joined them.
Ghoul stuck his head in to survey the scene and whistled low. “Looks like someone took care of Travis already. Let me just squeeze by you,” he said as he did just that, checking pulses. “Travis is eighty-six, but this fucker.” Ghoul hauled off and punched him in the face. “He’s still breathing.”
“No.” Taylor finally spoke. “No.” She seemed shocked as she shoved past Prowler.
She kicked the big guy in the nuts, and he groaned. “No,” she said again, this time low and menacing. Then she raised the bat and hit him in the face.
