One Dance for Case (Possessed 2)

Fuck.

Casey was so doped up he barely remembered the encounter. Had they not been trying to take care of him, Dom might have thought to look for it. This entire fiasco could have been avoided if not for him, and that guilt was beginning to weigh heavily on him.

“Yo, Ace!” Creed called to one of his guys.

“Yeah?” he answered walking over to them. He was a huge guy, standing over six feet and packed with more muscle than Case had seen on a man in a long fucking time.

“You got your bug detector?”

A smile crept over his face. “Oh yeah.”

“Get it,” Creed demanded.

“You got it, boss.” Ace was gone before anyone could say anything.

“You really think he planted something?” Case asked him.

“I can’t think of another reason why he would know where Jaxson is,” Dom replied absently, watching his phone. Waiting.

A ring tone had everyone jumping into action to check their phones. “Yeah?” Creed answered his. “Good, stay with them. Don’t let her out of your sight.”

Hanging up, he looked to Dom. “Your girl’s good,” he smiled. “She knows they’re there, signaled that she knew. She’s waiting, man, and if I had my bet, she’s going to taunt these guys until you get there. You call that other fucking bitch so we can get your son.”

Case could see as Dom visibly wilted knowing that Dee hadn’t given up on them coming for her. With thirty men, there was no reason they couldn’t get both her and Jax.

Clapping his hand on Dom’s shoulder, he gave a reassuring squeeze as Brooke finally called back, and Creed was able to get Dee’s location.

With Dee and Jax located and found to be together, it didn’t take t

hem long to get their gear together and formulate a plan. They’d been shocked to learn Bradshaw was so brazen as to have them smack dab in the middle of Baltimore. But his narcissism probably made him feel superior. As if they couldn’t touch him.

They were about to prove him wrong.

“Yes, Captain, hostage situation. One woman, one little boy.” Case was calling in SWAT from Metro PD while they prepared to enter the hotel.

“You’re sure your men can get this done without incident?” His police contact wasn’t pleased they were going without backup.

“Positive.” Case reiterated, quickly losing his patience with the other man.

“I can’t have you guys tearing up my city, Sergeant,” he complained a-fucking-gain. “Any damages incurred by your men and you will– “

“Are you fucking kidding me right now, Cap? A defenseless woman and child are being held hostage with known drug and gun smugglers. I don’t give a fuck about damage or any other shit, we’re going in. This was just a formal warning. Get the fuck here or get the fuck over it.” Would feel real good to have a phone to slam down right now, he thought bitterly as he hung up. Turning to the group of men he told them, “SWAT’s been called.”

“Hotel’s been evacuated, and they’re none the wiser,” Ace informed them.

“Let’s rock and roll, people!” Case shouted indicating for everyone to get out of the SUVs.

One team headed straight to the roof in case they escaped and went up. One moved to the basement for the same reason. Another would be in the lobby. They had two other teams ascending both staircases on each side of the hotel, where they would meet on the top floor then storm the suite.

Dom and Ace followed directly to the penthouse as Case and Creed led the way. Once there, Creed rammed the door in while tossing two smoke grenades to mask their entry. As soon as they were inside, they could hear coughing and cursing. Creed’s men were already dropping and zip tying Bradshaw’s men before the smoke had even begun to dissipate. The element of surprise was on their side at that point.

Until he and Dom got to the master suite.

Case flew through the door unprepared for the scene that was to greet him. As he lay on the floor, rifle propped to take out Brooke who held a gun to her own son’s head, he waited for Dom’s signal to take the bitch out. And he would be the one taking her down. No fucking way did his best friend need to deal with the guilt of his son’s mother’s death. No matter that Jax saw Dee as his mom anyway, it wasn’t something any father should have to live with.

“Daddy!” Jax’s quiet whimper was full of fear and confusion.

“You fucking bitch! I warned you!” Dom snarled redirecting his aim.