Page 87 of Trick or Treat

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Race asked the question they were all wondering.

“I could ask you the same question.” Preacher lowered his hands to his sides but kept them where everyone could see them. Race gave the signal for his men to lower their weapons.

“Not here to play Twenty Questions, Preach. Got things to do. So, I’ll ask again, what the fuck are you doing here?”

“I’m here because we have reason to believe those motherfuckers in there have kidnapped my man Levi’s little sister and have every intention of trafficking her to some sick asshole. She’s been missing for two weeks and we’ve finally found the men responsible for taking her. Now, why are you here?” Preacher demanded.

“First, we’re here because it’s inourterritory and we can go wherever the fuck we want.” Meaning, this wasn’t Lost Junction and Preacher would be answering questions later, once the women were rescued. “Second, they also have my brother Trick’s woman in there and we’re going in to get her back.” Race tipped his head toward Trick.

Preacher nodded his head in acknowledgment that they both had similar missions. Find their missing women and get justice for them. “I’m sorry to hear that.” Turning back to Race, he said, “We need to hurry. I’m assuming you want in and out before the sun rises?”

“That was the plan.”

“Good. I’ve got men on the other side of the building. Levi and I will follow you in the front door.” When Race continued to look at him, not speaking, he added, “We don’t have a lot of time to measure dicks or argue about how this is going to go down. We need to hurry. I’ll answer any questions you have after we rescue the women.”

“Race.” Trick drew his president’s attention. They didn’t have time for this and he was losing what little grip he had on his patience. Race must have seen how close to losing his control Trick was getting because he dropped the argument and possible throwdown he saw coming.

“Fine,” Race grudgingly agreed. “But we will have words when this is over.” He pointed his finger at Preacher then turned and started toward the warehouse.

“Excellent. Let’s do this.” He walked alongside Race, moving in and out of the shadows.

Tulsa and Chris stopped at one of the side doors close to the back and Darren and Lance stopped outside the next one. With Preacher’s men covering the other side and no exits existing at the back, that left the rest of them to all rush the front. No one was escaping. Leaning against the wall next to the door, Preacher chuckled quietly.

“What the fuck is so funny?” Race frowned.

“Nothing. I’ve always wanted to work with a bunch of bikers. I hear they like to shoot first and ask questions later. For this one time, though, can we keep one of them alive so we can find out as much about their operation as possible?” Preacher’s hard eyes didn’t match the cheerful tone in his voice. Trick had to wonder what else was going on.

Race waited a beat, then informed his men to keep one alive.

“Kurtis. Keep Kurtis alive. I have plans for him,” Trick advised everyone.

“Yes,” Preacher growled. “Kurtis. I have some questions of my own for him.”

Race gave the signal that they were going in. Dagger tried the doorknob and shook his head when he found it unlocked. Sloppy on Kurtis’s part. Dagger grabbed the knob and threw the door wide. Maverick rushed in first, going high, Trick right behind him going low. They both took out the first two men dressed in black they saw. Moving farther into the room, they ran to take cover behind the front end of a delivery truck. Race and Preacher ran in behind them, taking up position behind the other truck.

At the sound of gun fire, a group of men came flooding toward the front of the building, returning fire. Trick stuck his head around to see if he could locate Lindsey only to jerk back as a hail of bullets barely missed him. The muffled sound of women screaming caught his attention. “Did you hear that?” he asked Jackson who’d found his way over to him.

“Hear what?” Jackson leaned out and fired off a couple of rounds, nailing one guy in the chest.

He heard the sound again. “That. Did you hear that?”

Jackson frowned. “Yeah. Where are they?”

“I don’t know.” Trick knocked on the side of the truck and waited for what, he wasn’t sure. He did it again, waited and this time someone responded back. Holy shit! There were women in the truck. The same truck being hit by a barrage of bullets. “They’re in here!” He had to find out if Lindsey was inside and he needed to get the traffickers to stop shooting at the truck. It would kill him to find Lindsey only to have a bullet pierce the truck and kill her. He stuck his head around and clipped off a few rounds, spotting a guy trying to get closer. Damn it! The man got a couple of shots off at Trick.

Lying flat on the floor, he peeked out from behind the wheel of the truck and spotted the man getting even closer. He shot him in the legs and watched him go down. While the man clutched at his leg, Trick took the killing shot, one to the head. Scoping it out one more time, he didn’t see anyone else focusing their attention in his direction.

He jumped to his feet and slowly turned at the end of the truck. No one. He handed Jackson his gun and lifted the back door. Six sets of blinking eyes stared back at him. None of them Lindsey. Their hair and clothes were a mess and dirty. They looked terrified. All except one. A dark-haired girl, late teens, early twenties, stared back at him defiantly. If she could scratch his eyes out, she’d do it in a hot second.

He raised his hands, palms out. “Easy. Easy. We’re here to rescue you. Just sit tight for a minute while we get the rest of these assholes under control.”

The young woman debating on taking on Trick released a pent-up breath and her shoulders appeared to droop.

The sudden silence was almost deafening as all gun fire ceased.

“Got some women over here!” Dagger shouted.

“Got some over here, too!” Jackson replied from where he stood next to Trick, staring into the back of the truck.

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