Page 242 of Savior
Legion holds the phone out in front of my face. “Dean… Are you alright?”
“I am as long as you are.” The strain of fear and worry in his voice makes my eyes burn with prickling tears.
“I’m okay… He hasn’t hurt me…” I take a breath, gathering my nerves as I glance up at a stoic Legion. Before he can pull the phone away, I shout as quickly as I can, “Someone else is coming! He wants to hurt us! To kill our-”
Legion moves quickly to clamp his cold, hard hand over my mouth. “Shhhh! That’s enough of that!” he hisses.
Whatever restraint Dean had barely been holding onto, is gone now. Vaporized, as incoherent threats and curses shout through the speaker phone.
“I’ve already assured your Bride to be that no harm will come to her, or the baby.” Legion says. “You have my word as well. I haven’t hurt her.”
“I’ll be the fucking judge of that!” Dean roars.
“This is no longer about revenge, Keegan… This is about coming to a new understanding… I hope you can be reasonable…” Legion casually replies.
The thunderous sound of what has to be a dozen or so motorcycles pulling up outside whatever this steel structure is, has my heart pounding faster with growing fear.
“You should hurry.” Legion says, rather tonelessly, as if everything, aside from him being shot, is going according to whatever plan he’s laid out.
“And I suppose I should come alone, too, right?” Dean mutters with disgust. “Alone, and unarmed?”
A sinister grin creeps across Legion’s mouth. “Oh, on the contrary, DeanKeegan… I want you to do what you do best... Love her, to death… Yours. I’ll be here to pick up the pieces. Bring all the man power you’ve got left… And do it quickly.”
“Motherfucker!” Legion just hung up on me, and I’m on the verge of losing my shit. I’ve been pacing for over an hour, waiting for this call Rusty swore on his life, would come.
“What did he say, bro? Where are they?” Viking asks, pacing with me. We left the Twisted Throttle to gear up at our stash, hidden on Viper’s land in the country.
Axel is staring at me, like he expects me to formulate a rescue plan in an instant from thin air.
“I don’t know!” I impatiently shout, “I’m waiting for a fucking-”
The phone vibrates in my hand. A text from Vanna’s cell. The location pin. I immediately cross reference the coordinates with the tracking location on Vanna’s phone. It’s a match. It’s also an hour away from where we are now, in the middle of fuckin’ nowhere.
Grabbing the railing to the ladder that leads down into the underground bunker, I don’t bother with the rungs and drop down. My boots plant right next to Rusty.
“Legion’s not going to hurt her, Dean.” Rusty says again, as if I could possibly find comfort in anything that falls from his mouth after this.
“Shut up, or I’ll fucking kill you.” I warn him. “Take a look around this room. You think anyone but us, knows it exists? You think we just happened to restrain you over a drainage grate? It’s taking everything in me, not to bleed you out!”
Rusty shuts his trap and I cross the small room to Viper. He built this seventy-six square-foot bunker, years ago. It’s where we now keep our unregistered arsenal. Where he keeps the sniper rifles, he hasn’t touched, since his time overseas.
“This location doesn’t make tactical or strategic sense.” Viper says, zooming in on the coordinates Legion gave me on his cell. “Are you sure this is right? Unless they expect us to just ride up without thinking, but I can’t see Legion making that mistake.”
“These are the exact coordinates.” I say, studying the arial map alongside him. There’s a building on low ground, surrounded by wooded hills. One road in, that leads right up to the small clearing around the lone structure. Several miles away, a large hog farm. “Legion’s smarter than this… There’s got to be a catch. Why would he pick a spot like this? He’s got to know we wouldn’t just roll up on them blindly, even if he thought I was a fuckin’ moron… He wouldn’t put himself and his men on the ground in such a precarious spot, either… And he’d have to know we’d suspect he’d have men up in those hills, ready to pick us off upon arrival.”
“Unless he’s going Sun Tzu and put his men in the desperate ground strategy… But why would he do that? He’s got the upper hand. He could have chosen to have this show down anywhere.” Viper says. “This is completely intentional. I just can’t find the sense in it.”
“I’ve got no choice but to arm up and head out… He said to bring all the man power we’ve got left, and to do it quickly.” I say. “Vanna was yelling something about someone else coming to hurt her… I can’t wait any longer, Viper… I have to go to her, now.”
“If she’s even gonna be there.” Viper sighs.
“What fucking choice do I have? He’s got the mother of my unborn son, Viper.”
“He’s got Cherry, too.” Axel says, standing behind me with our remaining brothers, minus Ruger, Dozer… and Snowy.
“You’re not going alone.” Viper insists, shoving his phone back in his pocket. “Loaded magazines and clips are in there,” he cocks his chin towards a large trunk against the wall. “Everyone, take whatever you can carry.” He says, moving to open a small closet against the opposite wall. Grabbing the Kevlar vests, he tosses one to Axel first, then the rest of us.
Axel immediately puts it on, staring at me with a defiant expression, as if he expects me to order him to wait here and guard Rusty.
