Bang bang bang.
Jolting up, it took Casey a minute to orient himself.
Bang bang bang.
“Casey!” Dom’s pissed off voice penetrated the walls of his small house.
Bang bang bang.
Did it sound angrier?
“Shit, guess he knows,” he mumbled, pulling the sock for his stump on over his knee.
“Casey! Get the fuck up!”
“Hold your dick, fucker. I gotta put a fucking limb on!” He knew that’d shut Dom up for about a minute before he started pounding again.
Finally getting his leg situated, he made it to the door just in time to almost get knocked in the face. “Woo, man, cool your jets. Not everyone’s able to hop out bed without putting themselves together first.”
“You fucking called Creed,” he points out.
Duh.
“Why the fuck did you do that?”
“Dude, I know you got this shit, but you need help. More than I’ve been able to find, and more than you’ve been able to handle. Those two assholes are fucking working together, and I can’t find out how. So yeah, I fucking called Creed.” He defended himself, knowing he was right but that Dom might not see it that way.
Watching as Dom scrubbed a frustrated hand down his face, his anger and fear were easy to see. Casey might not have anything in his life nearly as important as Dee and Jax, but he knew damn well that if anything were to happen to either of them, he’d be just as devastated as Dom. They were his family. Probably the only one he’d ever have.
“It’ll be all right man. We’ll get this shit figured out, and they’ll be safe; I swear it.” He reassured his friend.
“And what if it isn’t, Case? What if they take my family from me, huh? Then what? What the fuck am I supposed to do?”
He had no answer to that because what could anyone do? It was the biggest fear they both had. Losing those two precious beings wasn’t an option, and he’d put his own life on the line to make sure that shit didn’t happen.
They spent most of the night going over possible scenario’s—what to dos, what not to dos, and Case kept coming back to the same thing.
Bait.
They needed to flush Bradshaw out, make him come to them.
Only one problem… Dom wouldn’t go for his suggestion.
“Dominic,” he called out for what felt like the fiftieth time, “it’s our only chance. She’s the only thing he wants.”
“No, Casey. I won’t fucking say it again.” There was a finality to his voice that he knew he had to keep pushing through.
“If it were anyone else, you’d do the same fucking thing, Dom, and you know it.” He turned his back, hiding from the truth in Casey’s words. “You can’t hide her forever, Dom,” he tried to reason again.
“I can fucking damn well try,” his friend half-yelled back.
“Look, all I’m saying is maybe we use her. I mean Bradshaw wants something from her, and we haven’t a fucking clue what that is. What if she contacts him? Pretends like she’s doing it without you knowing, then BAM! We trap the sucker. Find out what it is, then decide whether he lives or dies. Though, I gotta say I’m thinking the latter ‘cause dude, he’s a fucking waste of skin.”
“You talk too fucking much, Case.”
“But you’re thinking about it,” he said triumphantly.
“I’ll do it.” A soft voice called from the entryway.