Page 71 of Retribution
“Just a matter of time before he gets the call. The wail of sirens broke the fuckin’ sound barrier,” Cobra said, and the men chuckled.
The bikers went from behind, several houses over, so that they crept as a unit from backyard to backyard; their boots barely made a sound through the soaked grass. They stuck to the shadows, ducking and weaving against the other houses’ siding until they were in the back, pressed against the wood.
A few seconds later, the SUV pulled over to the curb in front of the house. Adrenaline pumped through Cobra as he watched Jenny close the car door and walk slowly up the pathway to the front porch. The way she teetered a bit on the wet pavement told him she was wearing her five inch stripper heels.
Cobra and Breaker moved quietly until they huddled beneath one of the windows near the porch, keeping to the darkness. When Jenny pressed the doorbell, Cobra heard the jingle shudder through the whole house. The front door jerked open and honey-colored light from the foyer spilled onto the porch, illuminating her. Jenny’s brunette hair shone with raindrops and she wore a thick pink faux fur parka. Two guys came outside, their voices too muffled for Cobra to make out what they were saying, but he heard Jenny, clear as day, ask for Big Pat, saying the club owner had sent her as a gift since Big Pat had been such a good customer lately.
The two men walked back inside, and in less than a few seconds an older, heavy set man stood in the doorway, a large grin plastered on his face. Cobra recognized him as the dude he’d seen with Jake the night Dakota had gone for a swim.
The sound of Jenny’s laughter pierced the quietness of the neighborhood. It sounded high-pitched, like a child’s gleeful warble. Cobra darted his eyes around the area, but all was as it had been since they’d arrived. Jenny disappeared into the house, and the door closed, shutting out the light.
“She’s in,” Cobra whispered as he pressed closer to the wall. “Let’s go around back.
Cobra and Breaker joined Iron and Brute and silence descended over the group until Cobra’s phone pinged. He looked down and opened the text.
Jenny:There r 4 in the house. Includes Big Pat. I’m good. Deleting this now.
“Only four fuckers to put down,” Cobra said, slipping the phone in his jeans back pocket.
“This is too damn easy—we’re gonna get spoiled,” Breaker said, and the men sniggered.
Cobra squinted in the rain, watching the street, and a few minutes later he heard the heavy bass growl of one of Jenny’s favorite songs to strip to at the club.The signal.
There was no time like the present. Cobra glanced back at his friends, and Brute gave him a shit-eating grin.
Cobra nodded. “Showtime. Let the bodies hit the floor.”
He made a quick motion with one hand, knowing the others would be right behind him. They crept up toward the back door, and Breaker took out a skeleton key and tried the lock. Nothing. He then took out a plastic card and slid it into the crack of the door where the lock was. After a few seconds, he turned the knob and the door opened. The men shuffled in to what looked like an enclosed back porch. Cobra walked over to a second door, and his eyes widened when it opened freely.
“Fuckin’ dumbasses,” he muttered under his breath then walked into the kitchen.
The hard hitting beats of “Pour Some Sugar on Me” blared through the house, and Cobra followed the music from one room to the next until he stopped short. In front of him was what looked like the living room, and he could see Jenny getting her swerve on all over Big Pat. She’d turned off all the lights in the room except for a low table lamp that only provided a little bit of mood lighting. Perfect for a quick sneak in and out.
Cobra walked backward a few paces then turned around and went back to the kitchen. “Jenny’s doing her thing with the fucker.”
“I can secure the rooms upstairs,” Iron said.
“No, stand watch at this door,” Cobra pointed to a green painted wood door. “I’m guessing it goes to the basement.”
“I can help you go through the rooms on this floor or watch the staircase leading to the second floor,” Brute said.
“Yeah, you do that, and Breaker and I will sweep through this floor.”
The men took their positions, and Cobra and Breaker divided, each of them taking half of the first floor. Each time Cobra opened a door, his body perked up in anticipation of finding Dakota, but then disappointment wound through him when the room was empty.Where are you, sweetheart?At that moment, he didn’t want to entertain the idea that Big Pat may have moved her to another location, so he just kept going on his quest to find his woman.
Through the wall of one of the rooms Cobra was in, he heard a small crash and a very human grunt. He rushed away and walked into a bedroom and saw Breaker holding a pillow over someone’s face.
“You need help?” Cobra asked in a low voice as he watched the downed man’s legs twitch and move.
Breaker shook his head. “Got this one. Now we only got three fuckers to deal with.”
“We’re almost done on this floor. I’m gonna go see Big Fuck and persuade him to tell me where the fuck Dakota is.” Cobra rolled his neck then left the room. If Dakota wasn’t somewhere on the property, he’d find out where she was then he’d nuke the damn place with everyone inside it. A purge of fire.
Cobra didn’t hesitate, he stalked through the rooms back to the one where he’d seen Jenny and the old pervert. When he approached the living room, Big Pat sat on a plush ottoman with his back to Cobra. Jenny’s tits were in the asshole’s face as she wiggled and gyrated like a gymnast. Cobra dropped to his belly and slithered silently across the room until he was right behind Big Pat.
“Come on over here, slut. Let me touch your tits,” the perv said thickly.
“In a minute, baby. I just want to get you all hot and excited,” she said.
