Page 41 of Gentleman Wanted
Chapter Fifteen
Gent
My hand raised to those behind me as a lanky figure detached itself from the looming industrial buildings flanking the road that surrounded the gates of the Black Aces compound.
Parker was hunkered down, with something clutched in his arms. My heart stuttered to a stop as he looked up at me with wide, terrified eyes. Stepping away from the body at my feet, I rushed over to him.
“Parker.” I reached for the baby in his arms, and he shied away like I was a threat. I let my hand fall to my side as Ruin came up. His face troubled.
“Hey, son, it’s ok. You're safe now.”
Finally, recognition flickered to life in Parker’s eyes. “Ruin?”
Ruin folded the boy into his arms. “Right here, Parker. Right here. You’re safe now, I promise. Give the baby to his dad. Are you hurt?” Ruin was talking in a rush of words. But somehow, Parker understood them.
Bobby was passed over to me, and I wasted no time in checking over his tiny frame. He looked unharmed, but I was still going to make Young Blood hurt. I was looking forward to making him scream in pain.
“Parker?”
Slowly he turned his eyes to me. He looked guilty. What did he have to feel guilty for?
“Where’s Gemma?” My eyes scanned the street. There was no sign of her. But if Parker had got out, then so could she. Except there was no sign of her.
“She told me to run.” He broke down into sobs. “She made me promise that if I got the chance, I would take Bobby and run. I didn’t want to… I wanted to stay and protect her, but she made me promise.”
Gemma was still in there. Alone and unarmed.
Ruin shot me a look. And I nodded. “Parker.” I kept my voice soft. “You have nothing to feel guilty about. You did the right thing.”
He shook his head. “A man would have stayed and protected her.”
Squeezing his shoulder, I waited until he looked at me. “You did what any man would do, Parker. You got the baby out. Gemma is strong. She will be fine. We will go and get her and-”
He cut me off. “You don’t understand, Gent. He’s going to burn her alive.”
At first, his words didn’t make sense.
Young Blood was a crazy son of a bitch, but surely Parker was wrong? He couldn’t really be planning on setting Gemma on fire and watching her die in agony? Gemma was innocent in all of this. But then that didn’t seem to matter to Young Blood. She was guilty by association. And that was obviously good enough for him.
He would kill her in the most excruciating way possible just because she had links to Fender. She wasn’t Fender’s woman, though. She was mine. And no one took what was mine.
With a roar, I rushed forward, for a second forgetting the baby in my arms, and it was only his cry of distress that made my feet stop.
I had to think. I couldn’t go in there all cocksure. We needed a plan. It was just a shame my brain wasn’t working well enough to make one. All I could think about was getting to Gemma in time. I had already thought I had lost her once today. I wasn’t about to go through that again.
“We have got to go and get her.” I sounded as desperate as I felt. My eyes never leaving the clubhouse in the distance. Even when I pressed a kiss to Bobby’s curls, I couldn’t look away from it.
“We will.” Ruin growled from my side. “We are going in there hard and fast.”
Behind him, Wicked nodded, his face thoughtful.
“So, what’s the plan?” I could tell he had one. He always had one. It was the reason he was named president after Fender had been killed.
At first, he didn’t answer. “Parker is going to take the baby and my phone and ring Truth to come and get them. Until he does, he is going to hide and stay out of sight.”
“And us. What is the plan for getting Gem out?”
He shrugged his broad shoulders. “We’re going in hard and fast. You want to know the plan? The plan is kill fucking Young Blood.”
