Chapter 209: Rescue
*Either unlock the door, or I’m going to use you as a battering ram and bash it down with your head. It's your choice. – Tiny*
Knuckles led the two large men down the hall to the room that the other man indicated. The door was guarded by a very confused man. Tiny pushed Knuckles towards his son and Micro held the angry man by his arms. Tiny spoke softly to the man who paled and very quickly opened the door. He tripped over himself trying to get out of their way.
Rushing inside, Knuckles ignored the father and son as they cuffed the man with zip-cuffs. He was led down the hall and forced to sit on his knees with his back to the wall with other guards.
Nessie sat up on the bed and smiled when Knuckles came into the room. He rushed to her and framed her face with his tattooed hands. He scanned her face before he gently kissed her. Her hands held his wrists in a gentle hold.
“Are you okay, babe?” he softly asked her.
“I’m fine. He never touched me. It was almost like he was scared of me.” She assured him as she threaded her fingers into his beard. “I knew yeh'd come for me.”
“Always, babe. I’ll always come for you.” He kissed her again. “Our baby?”
“He’s fine. He did have a wee bit of whiskey.” She admitted with a little smile and a tilt of her head.
Chuckling, he smiled at her. “I’ve seen you drink; I think a little whiskey won’t hurt my Scottish bairn.”
She smiled at him and then kissed him, happy that he was there. He gave her one more light kiss before standing up straight and offering his hands for her to stand.
“Goodbye, Emma.” Nessie said sliding off the bed and standing up.
Knuckles looked around the room, but saw no one. He decided that he would ask her about Emma once they were safe. He wanted her far away from here and back where he knew she was safe.
As they moved through the house, the other brothers were already cleaning up the mess. Some stopped and nodded as they passed.
“Will the police be out here?” Nessie asked as they approached the bullet proof SUV that came from Celt’s family law firm.
“I don’t think so. As far as I know, this was a Wolf Pack operation because you are a client. And, ironically enough, the owner of the property is also a client.” He looked over at her. “Do they need to?”
“Aye, for the girls that are here. Two are buried in the back garden.” She said sadly as Tank opened the back door to the SUV.
“Emma?” Knuckles asked as they climbed into the backseat.
She nodded as he buckled her in. “Aye. Poor lass was barely seventeen. Her mother must be told what happened to her. She needs to bury her baby.”
“We’ll get them taken care of.” He assured her pressing a kiss to her temple. Grabbing his phone as the door closed, he sent a message to Werewolf. Almost instantly, it rang.
Knuckles clicked on the green circle on the screen and then the blue speakerphone button. “I have you on speakerphone.”
“Nessie, tell me about the girls.” Werewolf demanded over the phone as Tank got in the driver’s seat.
“There’s two buried in shallow graves in the back garden. And several held against their will. Most of them were taken.” She said as the SUV moved down the drive.
“Okay, I’m going to give you a few minutes to get back to the Shack.” Werewolf told her and they knew he was already working out the logistics of this.
Werewolf would give the police enough of the facts to get them out there. But would keep Nessie and Petros out of it. Petros and his blood now belonged to the Devil’s Saints. They intended to collect on the debt he owed.
