Chapter 206: Protect What’s Mine
*I told you, he touches my woman and all bets are off. I’m going to kill the asshole. – Knuckles*
The first ding on his phone was an alert that the alarm had been triggered. Knuckles called the security company office and Trevor told him that they were checking it out.
“It may just be a glitch.” Trevor assured him. “It looks like something got on the camera and it triggered the alarm.”
“I’m heading to the clubhouse.” Knuckles said and disconnected the call. “Hey, Cowboy!”
“Yeah?” the blonde man called back from the other end of the security desk.
“Gotta go to the clubhouse for a bit.” He said as his phone dinged again with an email from Nessie about the daycare menu.
Something was wrong. He knew it. He didn’t care what Trevor said something was wrong.
“Cowboy, go ahead and lock it down. Just in case.”
Cowboy nodded and began the process of putting the office building housing the DS Holdings and DS Enterprises into lockdown. Knuckles slipped out of the door just before the locks engaged.
It did not take him long to get to the clubhouse. Speed limits be damned, his wife was in danger. Parking in back, Knuckles came through the back door and heard Toad yelling at someone in the kitchen.
He went through the office door and saw the phone and watch on the desk. Anger flooded through his system like never before. As he stalked to the kitchen door, he heard Toad say that she was taken.
“Where the fuck is my wife?” Knuckles yelled barely keeping himself from attacking the man in front of him. The man that had been the first to swear she would be safe. The one that had brought her here to be protected.
A large hand clamped down on his shoulder. Turning he snarled at Cookie who did not flinch.
“Dom is on her way.” Werewolf said entering the kitchen. “Whoever took her knew what they were doing. They came in Evie’s Corvette.”
“Mitzi.” Toad said quietly. “Go get her girls.”
Typically, the Saints protected women. This time, they were fair game. Within ten minutes the three young women were locked up in the cell in the basement.
Around the same time that they arrived, Trevor was able to pull partial video from the office camera.
Dom arrived and contacted her handler. He located the Corvette through the GPS. It was parked at a highly fortified mansion.
Plans were made and orders issued. The property belonged to a Wolf Pack client and Werewolf reached out to them and received permission to enter. He told Werewolf that he used a third party for his short-term rentals. He assured Werewolf that renters would be sent to Wolf Pack for a background check.
"We're good to go." Werewolf said as he ended a call on his phone and sent messages from his tablet.
“Let’s go get her.” Knuckles said heading for the door of the chapel.
“Knuckles.” Toad warned.
“Don’t even start with me.” Knuckles spat out.
“You two can measure dicks later.” Dom said putting away the knife she had been sharpening. “You want your woman back?”
“I want my wife and my child back.” He said facing down the assassin.
She nodded. “They are your focus. You go with Micro and Tiny and get her. Everything else, you leave to us. If you have a problem with that, I can lock your ass in my black room.” She looked at him as if she was bored.
Knuckles nodded in agreement. “I want his blood.”
“I have no problems with that.” Dom said standing up. “Werewolf, are your men in place yet?”
“They are.” He and Trevor both worked on laptops. “Deuce, I need you running command from the field.”
His uncle nodded as two other brothers took over the laptops. The guards with The Wolf Pack had already changed into tactical gear with face masks and gloves.
“We’re clear with PD and SO.” Trigg said putting his phone away.
Werewolf nodded. “Dom, you have lead.”
