Page 88 of Paco
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Paco ran tothe SUV and jumped in when the alert signal came from Chelsea. He took out his phone and called Chains and Army, telling them to meet him at her house. Hanging up, he tapped in War’s phone number, cursing the Twisted Warrior member under his breath.
“Yo,” said War in a gravelly voice.
“Are you at Chelsea’s house?” Paco asked.
“I’m just heading there now, dude. I took a break and went to grab some snacks at the convenience store.”
“Haul ass over there now. I’m on my way.”
“What’s going on?”
“I got an alert signal from her. She’s in trouble. I’m checking the GPS on her phone and she’s on the move. Fuck!”
“I’m there. I’ll call for backup,” War replied.
He called Army back. “Change of plans. The fuckers have Chelsea. Her GPS tells me they’re hitting the interstate. It’s just a matter of time before they find her phone. War’s going to her house now. Something doesn’t feel right. She was in her fucking house.”
“War didn’t see anything?” Army asked.
“He took a break to get some food. They nabbed her then. She’s been betrayed by someone close to her, I know it.”
“You think it’s her stepdad?”
“I gotta admit I thought Peter was involved, but it hit me not too long ago that her uncle Dave asked if I was going back to Colorado. How the fuck did he know that’s where I lived? Chelsea never told him. I got a bad feeling here. I’m gonna follow the GPS.”
“We’re with you. Where are you?”
“I just made a U-turn on Springfield.”
“Meet us at the motel. Chains is on the phone with Jacko and Sniper. They’re heading over to the house.”
“Tell them to keep us posted. I’m just turning into the motel lot. Where the fuck are you?”
“Right behind you. Bull Dog, Blue, and Dime Bag are behind us. Let’s go get your woman.”
As Paco waited for Chains and Army to get in, Bull Dog came over to the driver’s side. Paco rolled down the window and bumped fists with him.
“We know this area inside out. What direction are they going?” Paco handed him his phone and he looked at the map. “We’ll take the backroads and cut them off. You guys follow them from behind. You got enough guns and shit?”
Paco nodded. “Enough to blow up half this fucking town. We brought some assault rifles and grenades. Take what you need. The only ones getting hurt are those fuckers.”
Bull Dog chuckled. “I like the attitude, brother.”
Chains set it up so they shared the GPS screen, and Bull Dog jumped into his vehicle with his brothers and sped away. With jaw clenched, hands gripping the steering wheel, and eyes fixed ahead, Paco made a sharp turn and screeched out of the parking lot.
When they were ten minutes into their drive, Chains’s phone rang. “It’s Jacko,” he muttered, putting the phone to his ear. Silence filled the SUV, and then Chains’s voice broke through it. “He said there’re two people at your woman’s house—a Sandy and a Dave.”
“Tell him to blindfold them, take the fuckers to their clubhouse, and keep them on ice until we get back. I’ve got some business with them. Remind him not to mention any of their names, our names, or the clubs.”
Chains nodded and relayed the information, then put the phone down and chuckled. “The brothers are loving this. They don’t get this much action. They’re mostly into riding, partying, and stealing cars and bikes.”
“Let’s hope they know what the fuck they’re doing,” Army said as he lit a joint.
“They do.” Chains snapped his fingers and Army gave him two joints. He handed one to Paco. “Don’t worry. We’ll get Chelsea back okay. There’s no way we’re gonna let any fuckers slip from our fingers.”
Paco inhaled deeply and glanced at Chains. In that one glance, all the love, loyalty, and pride of the brotherhood were conveyed. They drove in a comfortable silence, Army messing with his phone, Chains watching the GPS map, and Paco staring at the road.I can’t lose her. She means everything to me. Chelsea, baby, hang on.
