Remy (Golden Glades Henchmen MC 4)

“Well, I think it is time to raid it,” Lou said. “But first, they might get an anonymous tip. Not enough to get the dogs out of there, but maybe to try to move Myles,” he went on.

“That’s a good plan,” I agreed. “How do you want to handle it then? Your boys get Myles back, or you want me and mine to deal with it?”

“I think…” Lou started, cutting off when Lark’s phone rang. “Answer it,” he demanded.

“H…hello?” Lark said, letting me take the phone and put it on speaker.

“Lark, my girl, how you doing?” a male voice answered, chipper, but tight. And judging by the way both Lark and Lou stiffened, the voice belonged to Myles.

“I, ah, better now that I’ve heard from you.”

“Oh, you know me, always just… hanging around,” he said. “Got some guys here who want to talk to you,” he went on. “Should be able to hear ‘em good. Real quiet around here.”

Lou’s gaze met mine as both of our heads lifted.

He was choosing his words carefully.

Hanging around meant he was strung up somewhere.

Real quiet around here likely meant they were not at the store where there would be noise above from the drug deals, and the barking from the dogs.

There went our plan for a raid.

“Oh, ah, good. That’s good. How are you?”

“Maybe not as good as new but holding on.”

“Enough,” a voice growled. “Fair trade. Your innocent friend for you. I’ll call back for your answer.”

And with that, the line went dead.

“I… I… I should have tried to find out more,” Lark said, staring at her phone like it had morphed into some sort of venomous animal.

“No, you did good. They wouldn’t have let you get much more,” Lou insisted as I reached for my phone. “Who are you calling?”

“My buddy who is looking into these fuckers,” I told him, dialing up Arty, crossing my fingers he would answer. He wasn’t a big fan of phones to begin with, and even less so when he was working. Thankfully, he picked up.

“Yeah?”

“Arty, these guys took one of Lark’s friends. Do they have any other places to hold someone other than Iced Out? He said it was quiet, which makes us think it isn’t the business since there would be dogs barking and people coming in and out of the store getting drugs.”

“Well, the guy who owns the store, he owns a house. Oh, and it looks like they own a small storage facility.”

“Can you send me the locations of both?” I asked before hanging up. “What are your thoughts?” I asked, looking at Lou.

“Could be either. But have about the same risk of someone seeing or hearing something. They could likely lock the gates at the storage facility, though, making it so no one can get in and interrupt. If they actually use it for any legitimate purposes to begin with, that is.”

“I can get my guys and go in there,” I told him, shrugging off breaking and entering in front of a cop. You’d find that most cops weren’t all “law and order” when it was their or their loved one’s safety on the line. “There’s no way for you to legally do it,” I reasoned.

“Got a track record of getting people out alive?”

“Yeah, actually.”

“Okay. It’s the only option, right?” Lou asked, shrugging.

“Can you drive Lark back to her safe house?”

“What? No. I’m coming. I have to come!”