Book 2, Chapter 6: Don't Tell Mom

**Third Person**

The downstairs however was another story. People were running everywhere. As the brothers reached the bottom steps they could see a shootout across the dancefloor.

“MADISON! MADISON!” Tristin screamed and the brothers all looked to where he was yelling and trying to push through the sea of drunk baby ducklings that were running amuck in the large dance club. The boys could see Madison being pulled through the front door by a large covered form and many large men in full black began to shoot their way.

POP! POP! POP!

Tristin and Lucien ducked low and moved towards the door and stepped over the dead bodies of their men on the floor. Caden and Oliver each hit one of the men in the shoulder and leg respectively as they tried to disappear through the door and at the same time, Zayn hit another in the head.

Tristin busted out the door first with Lucien on his tail only to see four black Range Rovers burning rubber and speeding out of sight. "MADISON!" They called out, watching the car lights disappear down the deserted street. There were no visible license plates and the guys knew those cars were built as tanks so shooting at them was pointless. They had similar cars.

“FUCK!” Tristin yelled. Lucien and him both ran their hands through their hair. The other guys came spilling out and when they saw the distressed faces of their youngest brothers, they knew they royally messed up.

Caden ordered “No one is to tell our parents yet! Get Jamison to find their digital footprint. Have the cleanup crew come. This is our mess. If we don’t find Madison soon, we may not live to see to the sunrise.”

“I took care of the police,” Zayn said as he approached.

“Good. Let’s get to work.” Caden said and turned back to the bulleted building. The rest of the guys followed and several of the guards remained outside while other guards were escorting remaining patrons back to their cars, closing the club for the night.

About twenty minutes later, the boys had made the VIP lounge their new makeshift headquarters.

Tristin was uncomfortable, he was pacing like a wild animal. “Who is going to call Mom? We have to call them. They need to know. They can help us.”

“Are you fucking crazy Tristin? Why would we call mom? She is going to skin us alive.” Oliver scolded him.

“If you want to call so badly, you call” Zayn taunted

“No fucking way! Mom will take one of Abba’s knives and carve our names on my chest. You call!” Tristin shot back.

“Oh come on! You are just as dramatic as Madison. Mom isn’t that bad. She’s deadly scary on her good days, but she has never cut anyone. She only ever uses a cane or a stick when she is pissed. But I’m still not stupid enough to make that call without a lead or something first.” Arthur piped up. The others all nodded.

“Don’t worry. I called for you.” Beth spoke up happily.

“You didn’t?” Caden questioned across the table, raising his eyebrows.

“I did!” Beth smiled wickedly, crossing her arms and leaning back into the chair.

“Why the fuck would you call mom? Do you have any idea what she is going to do? Not to mention our fathers?” Oliver asked, his anger beginning to boil once again.

“Yes, I do. And someone had to call. No one is closer to finding Madison and you all fucked up.” Beth shot back.

“You let her leave the VIP floor!” Lucien now interrupted, standing from his seat.

“Don’t you dare blame this on me, Lucien Apollo! You fucked up and you deserve to have your ass kicked. Yes, I lost her on the dance floor and I'll happily take my punishment from my hubby doms at home later, but you all are her brothers and should have made sure this place was like a military stronghold if you wanted her out of the compound so fucking badly.” Beth said wagging her finger at all the men.

“Such language Beth! Are you seriously still bitter about being taken after all these years?” Tristin asked shockingly.

“Damn, straight cowboy. I may love those arrogant asshats you call brothers, but I still enjoy watching all of you get your balls handed to you. Now put on your chaps and buckle up because the bull is coming for your ass!” Beth started laughing and Sasha tried to hide a chuckle. Even James was trying to hide a smirk.

The boys were certainly a bit miffed and the air was thick with so much tension, it could cut steak.

Just as most of the room took a deep breath to begin working again, “WHERE THE FUCK IS MY DAUGHTER?” Roared a very angry male voice.

All the boy's eyes popped open wide in unison and genuine fear crossed their face. Beth snickered again.

“WHERE ARE THE BOYS?” A much calmer feminine voice said loudly and that was even scarier. There was a stomping up the stairs. The boys quickly tried to flee across the VIP lounge into the adjoining offices.

“DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE TAKE ONE MORE STEP,” commanded the same motherly voice. The boys all turned around and no puppy dog eyes would erase the murderous stares of five very scary individuals. The men were fuming so badly that if this was a cartoon, they would have smoke coming out of their ears.

Aurora was in the middle of the quintet and she took a step forward, in her hand, the glittered cane of Grammy O’Donnell, her favorite weapon of choice and a homage to her best friend. “All of you, come here now.” She pointed to the space before her and all the boys walked to her with their heads down in shame.

“I will give you one chance to tell us everything otherwise I will personally send you to the warehouse and put you through Abba’s new playground,” Aurora said softly. Her calm was enough to make grown men pee in their pants.

“No?” Aurora taunted. She clicked her tongue and then pulled the cane up and started whacking any exposed body part she could.

“How. Fucking. Dare. You. Think. You. Could. Keep. This. From. Us!” She continued to beat the boys with the cane and they gritted their teeth as her whacks stung.

“Mama! Please listen!” Lucien tried to reason with her only to earn another whack to the thigh. “OW!” he screamed. Aurora stopped her torture for a moment, trying to calm down.

“All of you should be ashamed of yourselves! You knew the threat made to her just last week. Black Spade has been taunting us for a while now about her. We have her on lockdown so something LIKE THIS couldn’t happen. Thankfully she is a smart girl. Your fathers trained her well and she has always had a knack for mischeif, no doubt she will cause trouble. But tet us hope to all the deities of every culture that he is not the one who took her, otherwise…” Aurora turned her back on the boys and let a single tear escape. Kai came over to her and hugged her closely.

Just as Caden was about to open his mouth, a guard came running up the stairs and approached Jason, bowing his head low and handing Jason a small black envelope.

Everyone’s attention was now on the mysterious black envelope. Jason opened it up and hissed. His face contorted with anger. Charlie and Ben looked over his shoulder and mirrored his expression. Jason walked over to Aurora and Kai next, showing them. She closed her eyes briefly again, trying not to show emotion, but a few more silent tears escaped her eyes. Kai was about to explode.

“Father, what it is?” Wyatt spoke up. Tristin and Lucien were on the verge of a panic attack, their triplet senses were tingling fiercely as they were itching to know their sister was okay.

Jason walked over to the table and threw down the black envelope and the card. Everyone in the room, including the commanders and guards in the lounge caught sight of the card and their rage was equal. Caden and Arthur were livid. Tristin and Lucien’s faces paled and both of them sunk to their knees. Jamison and Zayn swallowed an invisible lump and Oliver put his hands over his face. Wyatt turned his back to the table.

Without another moment to lose, the fathers started barking out orders and the room was dizzy with action. Jason ordered everyone back to the compound and Kai made a phone call to his Omega Team commander.

Aurora sat down and looked at the card once more.

A playing card was painted pitch black and there was an insignia of a painted gold spade that had a sword pierced through it on the top. The calling card of the Black Spade. In neat golden letters, a chilly message: “Madison is Mine.”