Page 79 of Angel

Quick as a flash, Bree grabbed at the small of her back where she now kept a hidden blade. She didn’t care if she got expelled from school, she was not getting caught without a weapon again. Bree pushed her chair forward and slashed the tendon behind the knee of the man closest to her. Just as Uncle Bulldog had taught her to do.

The man screamed, his leg buckling underneath him. He lost his hold on Aaron as blood splattered across her and the sidewalk.

The other man had to double his efforts not to lose his grip on Aaron. Her brother was still conscious but his strength was clearly gone.

The man Bree had cut rounded on her. Ollie, bless his little heart, leapt onto the bleeding man’s back and tried to claw his eyes out. Unfortunately, Ollie was so small and light that the man easily flung Ollie off of him. Ollie flew backwards and landed inside the open door to the SUV.

“Ollie!” Bree shouted in panic. What if the driver took off? They’d lose Ollie.

The bleeding man raised his fist towards her and Bree punched him as hard as could in the groin—but the man stepped just at the wrong time and her fist hit his thigh instead of his balls. He grabbed Bree’s hair. She tried to slice at his middle, but he got hold of her wrist and twisted her hand so forcefully that she dropped the knife.

Bree cried out. The pull on her hair was so painful that her eyes welled up with tears. “HELP!” she shouted as loud as she could. Would Uncle Pirate hear them from the school?

The man dragged Bree forward, out of her chair, by her hair. Her hands automatically went to his wrist to try and relieve the pressure. Bree’s legs dragged uselessly along the hard sidewalk.

“Bree!” she heard Ollie shout before she was thrown into the SUV. She landed hard on an unconscious Aaron. Ollie was trying to get the other door open, but the child lock must have been activated because the handle did nothing.

The bleeding man limped his way inside the car. She saw him kick her legs but did not feel it. Her eyes landed on her tipped over chair, which not only held her phone and backpack but also the tracking device Uncle Keys had given her. He’d sewn it into the lining of her seat cushion.

As the other man climbed back into the driver’s seat, the man in the passenger seat turned around. Bree’s jaw dropped as she recognized him. She’d only seen him once at court with Aaron’s bio-mom, but she’d stared such daggers at him that she’d know him anywhere.

It was Pastor Robins.

Angel and Cage were in the shower. It was the only reason they didn’t hear their phones ring. With both kids out of the house and not due back until after they met them for dinner, they took full advantage of their absence. Their disgusting clothes from their time in the cellar laid out a distinctive path from the front door to their bedroom.

“What is with you constantly fucking me in the bathroom?” Angel moaned into his ear.

Cage thrust deep inside her again, keeping her pinned to the shower wall. “What is with you constantly getting dirty to the point where I have to fuck you in the shower to get you clean?”

Angel’s seductive laugh was cut short by the banging of their front door being thrown open. Both acted without thinking. They disconnected their bodies and were in their bedroom, guns in hand, completely naked and dripping wet, before they registered the voice calling out for them.

Cage and Angel exchanged a worried look as they scrambled to put their guns down and grab for towels. They’d just covered themselves when Steel came into their bedroom.

“It’s the kids,” he told them shortly. “Get dressed now and answer your fucking phones!”

Angel had never dressed so fast in her life. Both of them grabbed their guns on their way back out of the room. Their cuts and holsters were on the floor in the hallway. Their boots by the front door.

“What happened?” Angel demanded before she even reached the living room. “Where are the kids?”

“Taken,” Steel snapped.

Keys came rushing into the front door with two laptops and a tablet in his arms. He ran to the kitchen table and started opening up his equipment. “Bree’s pressure sensor went off about eight minutes ago.”

“Pressure sensor?” Angel questioned.

Keys looked a little sheepish as he admitted, “When I installed the tracker on her chair, I also put a pressure sensor. If, while she’s at school, she’s out of her chair for longer than five minutes, the sensor alerts Pirate.”

“Why would you do that?” Cage demanded. Angel seconded that question.

“Because teenagers are fucking cruel!” Keys snapped. “If someone was bullying or picking on her, chances were they were going to force her out of her chair. Pirate would know she needed help and could get to her.”

“Her bathroom breaks take longer than five minutes,” Angel argued.

“And Pirate would know she’s in the nurse’s office and not in need of his help,” Keys defended. He had a hand on each laptop’s keyboard. “The sensor alerted Pirate and he went looking for her.”

Keys handed Angel the tablet. Her heart sank into her stomach. On the screen was a picture of Bree’s overturned chair on a sidewalk. But no Bree. There were tire treads up on the concrete, indicating a cage had been driven up onto the sidewalk.

Cage stiffened at the image behind her. “Where is she?” Angel demanded.

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