“But why can’t I come?! She’s my sister!” The hysterics kicked in. This is what I had been waiting for, and now, I couldn’t help bring her home. “You can’t do this!”
“Raelyn.” Barracuda’s voice boomed through the common room. “Calm your shit down or no one is leaving.”
What did that mean? He wouldn’t go get Billie Jean? He couldn’t do that.
“Just let me come with.” I was beyond desperate to finally see my sister.
“Keep your ass here. We’ve already got enough trouble going on. We don’t need to add in your hysterical ass.” Barracuda folded his arms over his chest. “You come along and Playboy is going to be distracted by you. Stay. Here.”
I didn’t want to distract Playboy. I didn’t want to distract any of them. I just wanted my sister back. “Just…” I closed my eyes and tried to calm my racing heart. I opened my eyes and looked up at Playboy. “Just bring her home.”
*
Chapter Seventeen
Playboy
Night night, fucker…
“Tank said he’s only picking up four people upstairs. Looks like two are sleeping and the other two are by the front door.”
“Any clue on the girls?” Barracuda asked.
I shook my head. “He can’t pick anything up in the basement.”
“So either they’re dead and cold or that thermal shit can’t reach the basement,” Jet stated.
That was what I was hoping. I promised Raelyn I would bring her sister home. I didn’t want to do that with a body bag.
“We’re ready in the back,” Tank’s voice cackled over the radio.
We were going with the element of surprise. Jester was never going to see us coming.
Jet, Barracuda, and I walked down the alleyway next to the house that Jester and his dumbasses were in.
“We really just gonna knock on the door?” Jet asked.
Barracuda shrugged. “Why the hell not? I doubt Jester would expect that.”
“I doubt he would have expected a fucking grenade launcher either,” Jet muttered.
“Because launching a grenade into the place won’t kill everyone inside,” I drawled. I was all for destroying Jester, but I didn’t want to kill Billie Jean and Memphis in the process.
We walked to the front porch, and Barracuda pounded on the door.
“We can’t even bust the door down?” Jet grumbled.
“How about you cool your fucking jets, huh?” I suggested.
Jet flipped me off. “Like I haven’t heard that before.”
Barracuda banged on the door again.
It swung open, and Jester stood there.
Well, that wasn’t hard to get him.
“Hey, Jester,” Barracuda drawled. “Long time, no talk. You mind if we come in for a second?”
He scrambled to shut the door, but Jet managed to wedge his foot inside. “You’re not gonna invite us in?” Jet laughed.
Jester screamed and tried to take off back into the house.
I grabbed him around the neck and pushed him down onto his knees. “Where do you think you’re going?” I sneered.
Barracuda and Jet walked in, and I pulled Jester onto his feet. “We just wanna talk to you, Jester. Why are you trying to run?”
I slammed the door shut behind me and moved into the place.
There wasn’t much in here.
A large TV leaned against a wall, and there were a couple couches scattered around. “You should really try to do a little something with the place,” I muttered. “Take some pride in where you live.”
“If ya get high enough, you can just imagine nice shit in here,” Jet laughed.
A guy jumped out from behind the couch and tried to hit Barracuda. Barracuda managed to easily step to the side and avoid the punch.
Barracuda grabbed him by the arm, twisted it behind his back and pushed him to the floor. “Better luck next time,” he grunted.
“Got the other two!” Tank, Monk, and Mace appeared from the back and were dragging two guys with them.
“I really doubted we would get a jump in these guys with just knocking on the door, but obviously it worked,” Tank laughed.
Monk and Mace threw the two guys toward Jester, and they fell in a heap.
It had been a couple of years since I had actually seen Jester. The drugs were not doing him any favors. He may have had a lot of money, but he had gotten into sampling his product a little too much.
His eyes were sunken with dark circles around them, and he was a bag of bones. It was amazing he was able to stand up. A slight breeze probably could have knocked him over.
I pushed him on the floor and reached for my gun. I pointed it at his head and smiled. “Run. I dare ya.”
I wanted nothing more than to shoot this fucker right in the face. I hated him long before he had decided to kidnap Billie Jean and Memphis.
Barracuda sat on the couch in front of the four guys. Tank, Monk, and Mace stood off to the sides, and I waited behind the couch. Jet stayed next to the pile of dumbasses.
“We don’t want any fucking trouble,” Jester drawled. “I don’t know what you’re even doing here.”
“If you don’t want any trouble, then why the hell are you kidnapping women?” Mace asked. “Pretty sure that falls under the definition of trouble.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Jester snapped.
Barracuda stood up and shrugged. “Well crap, guys, he doesn’t know what we’re talking about. We must have the wrong drug dealer.”
Monk moved and stood over the guy who had tried to take a swing at Barracuda. “Mac?” he asked.
The guy shook his head vehemently. “I, uh, I don’t know no Mac.”
Monk shook his head. “Well, you sure the fuck look like him.”
“He's the guy from the club?” Barracuda asked.
“Sure the fuck looks like him. If he’s not Mac, then he’s got a fucking twin walking around.” Monk reached down and grabbed the guy by his hair. He lifted him up and turned him to Barracuda.
“Yeah. Looks just like the guy who took Billie Jean and Memphis,” Barracuda agreed. He nodded to Mace and Tank. “Go find the girls,” he ordered. He sat down and leaned back into the couch. “Which one of you is going to tell me what the hell is going on? Possibly be able to walk out of here without a bullet inside of you?” Barracuda drawled.
No one spoke. The three cowered on the ground, and Jester just stared at Barracuda.
Barracuda pulled his gun from the waist of his pants and pointed at one of the guys Mace and Tank and brought in. “Well, I’ll just start shooting until one of you starts talking.” He fired a shot and hit the guy in the arm.
“Ow.” I cringed. “Not gonna kill you, but it’s gonna leave a fucking mark,” I muttered.
The guy clutched his arm and screamed. He wailed in pain and flailed around on the ground.
“Anyone have something to say?” Barracuda asked again.
I had to give it to these guys. They were keeping their mouths shut. One of their friends had just gotten shot and no one spoke.
“Maybe they need a little bit more motivation to talk,” I mumbled to Barracuda.