Page 64 of Retribution
“It … it was around noon.”
“How many people are at the fucker’s house?”
“Depends—five, sometimes more or less.”
Cobra took the knife away and slipped it into the inside pocket of his cut. He yanked Jake away from the wall and dragged him toward the front door.
“Where’re you taking me? You said that if I told you where she was you’d let me go.”
“I don’t remember that. The agreement was that I wouldn’t skin you alive before I cut your throat.” Cobra fished out the keys from the manager’s shirt pocket then locked the door. “If you give me any trouble, I’ll gut you like a fuckin’ fish.”
When they arrived at Cobra’s room, he pushed Jake inside then locked the door. He threw the trembling manager on the bed before Cobra picked up his duffel bag and took out rope, zip locks, and duct tape.
“What’re you gonna do?” Jake asked.
“Make sure you don’t tip off the motherfucker.” Cobra walked over to the bed.
Jake scrambled away and pressed his body close to the headboard. “I won’t do that.”
Cobra laughed dryly and grabbed the man’s legs and yanked him to the edge of the bed. “Yeah, like I’m gonna believe you.”
“You can. I swear.”
He rolled Jake over, and trussed him up—arms, legs, hands, and feet bound together in a tight package.
“I can help you kill Big Pat,” Jake said.
Cobra slapped a couple of strips of duct tape over his mouth then picked up the prisoner like a bag of potatoes and threw him down on the floor of the closet. He closed the door and put a chair under the knob for extra security then walked out into the night.
He took out his phone and tapped in Slinky’s number.
“Yo, dude. Heard you guys kicked some fuckin’ ass tonight.”
“Yeah, but I got more shit to deal with. Big Pat’s got my woman.”
“Fuck.”
“And I know where he’s hiding her. We can take the fucker out and save my woman. I’m gonna need some backup on this one.”
“Iron and Razor were telling me about what happened to your woman at Duffy’s with those fuckin’ punks. We’ve got your back, bro. When do you wanna roll?”
“Soon. Anyone still in Philipsburg or did they all head to Missoula?”
“Iron, Brute, and Breaker are still there. They’re at the strip joint. I can get a few more brothers to come up and help out.”
“Thanks for the offer, bro, but there isn’t time. It’ll take you at least an hour to get here. I’ll connect with Breaker.”
“We’re with you in spirit, dude. Watch your back.”
“Thanks.”
Before Cobra could slide his phone back in his pocket, it rang. His heart pounded when he glanced at the screen—Dakota. He slid his thumb over the answer button and shoved the phone to his ear.
“Are you all right, sweetheart?”
“Cobra?”
“I’m here. What’s going on, sweetheart?” He leaned against the outside wall and a shot of relief went down his spine. “What do you need? Do you need me to come get you?”
