Page 66 of Trust In Me

After about an hour of waiting and wondering, there’s a loud pounding on the door. It sounds like someone is about to break the door down. Bree goes to answer it, but both Kian and Liam push her aside, chuntering about how a pregnant woman should be trying to stay away from danger, not being the first to run towards it.

We all try to listen, to find out what’s happening, but initially all we can hear is muffled voices, until the door to the living room bursts open and things become a blur. The next thing I realise, the large man who burst into the room strides straight over to where I’m standing, grabs my t-shirt in a large fist, and pushes me against the wall.

“Where the fuck is Shayla?” Whiskey shouts, his leather Celtic Reapers MC cut prominent over his muscular body.

Finn, Shane, Liam, and Kian rush to where I’m pressed against the wall, everyone shouting at Whiskey to let me go. The way he presses his fist against my larynx is preventing me from fully breathing. I try to focus on what he’s saying, but all I can see is the fury etched across his face.

When the boys finally manage to pull him away from me, I gasp, trying to catch my breath, while Whiskey seems to collapse to the floor in a heap. Kneeling down, I lay a hand on his shoulder, and the pain I see in his eyes is something I recognise. The girl he loves is missing, potentially in danger, and I sure as fuck can relate to that. I appreciate he’s scared and acting out of fear, the same way I am.

“Whiskey, I think, for once, we’re both in similar situations. So, how about you put the macho bullshit aside, and we can try to work together to get our girls back?” I try to calm him down. He’s obviously here for a reason, and all I can think is that Shayla led him here, which means I need to know whatever he knows.

“Fuck! I just don’t understand how she’s ended up in this mess. No offence, Kellan, but I thought you were long gone from our lives. I’ve only recently managed to get Shay back on the right track. She’s starting to enjoy life, after spending months in a black hole. I’m starting to get her free from the Reapers who have terrorised her, and then she gets caught up in this bullshit. Ever since your fucking mother and her custody case, it brought it all back. She barely survived leaving the first time, and I think she’ll risk her life to make things right for you.” Whiskey’s voice sounds desperate, like all the fight is leaving his body.

“No offence to you, Whiskey. I thought you were gone from my life, too. I’m finally happy, and I have no idea if Shayla is at all responsible for what’s happening with Mia. All I know is that Shay has a plan to get her back for me. I received an email from her about an hour ago. I’ll share what I know with you, but in return, I need your help. Our girls are together, and we need to work together to get them back.” I take my phone from my pocket, load the link that Shayla sent me, and I hand it over to Whiskey. He takes a moment to read what she sent me, and his eyes widen.

“Well…this message makes sense now. I received it from Shay a couple of hours ago, and it gave me your name and this address. It basically says you need my help and we need to work together to put her plan into action. This email came through just a few minutes ago, and before you ask, I haven’t spoken to Shayla. It appears these messages are on a timer, to be sent at specific times.” Whiskey hands over his phone as he explains.

Whiskey,

I know you don’t agree with me interfering, but after everything I’ve put Kellan through, I need to help him. He was finally starting to be happy, and I took that away from him. I know I thought I was acting in Hallie’s best interests, but that wasn’t the right decision. I shouldn’t have got involved. I took the woman he loves from him, and that wasn’t fair.

By now you will have received the message asking you to visit Kellan. I need your help with this. Mia has been kidnapped by a sick, twisted prick who abused her for most of her teen years. I found out he plans on forcing Mia into marrying him, and I’ve gone undercover to get as much info as possible. The plan is that you, Kellan, and Kellan’s friends will breach, but only when I tell you to. There are a lot of innocent people here for the wedding, and all our lives will be put in danger if you enter the property before I tell you to.

I’ve sent over to Kellan the floor plans to the estate and my plan. There are three links in total and you need to give Kellan these passwords:

1 - Halliebear

2 - Tothemoonandback

3 - KellanandMia

Please work together. You’ve done it before, and I know you will keep him safe. Don’t mistake this as love for Kellan. He will always hold a special place in my heart, but he’s nothing compared to you. I love you with all my heart, Jamieson. I know you will come and help me save Mia because it’s the right thing to do. I walked away and left Hallie without a mother once, this is my chance to give her back the mum she deserves.

All my love,

Shay xxx

Fuck! I’m literally lost for words as I read the message on Whiskey’s phone. I’ve spent the last nine months hating Shayla for what she put me and Hallie through, and I didn’t even think about her reasons for acting that way. As far as I’m concerned, there’s no reason for her to abandon her daughter and I won’t forgive her for it. But actually, present madness excluded, things have worked out for the best for us all. She found her happiness and I found mine.

Without wasting any time, I pull the links up on my phone and using the passwords Whiskey gave me, I open up the files Shay sent. “Motherfucker!” I yell, when it suddenly hits me who has Mia, and I’m pissed that we didn’t even consider him.

“It’s fucking Kyle Fratacello that has her. Why did we not even suspect that cuntwaffle?” I ask, speaking to the entire room. Everyone’s gaze seems to be flitting towards someone else, and I know that we are all to blame. Particularly Bree, Liam, Kian, and me. We had a meeting with Kyle. We knew how much he wanted Mia, yet we thought our threats had worked. We never even considered he was a danger.

“I’m sorry, Kel. We haven’t heard anything from him since our meeting, not a word, and so I thought our threats had worked. I don’t know why the fuck we didn’t consider him,” Bree says, her voice thick with emotion as she reaches out to grab my hand to help me up off the floor. I take her hand, but I pull myself up. I can’t have a pregnant girl pulling me up.

“I didn't rule him out. He was part of the research I did yesterday. I spoke to his father who reassured me that Kyle had no intention of going against Bree. So, either Kyle’s dad doesn’t know about it, or he lied to us. Either way, the Fratacello family are living their last day,” Kian explains, as he runs his hands through his hair and begins to pace. Much to my surprise, Freya stands up and holds her hand out to stop him from pacing. She gently strokes her arm down his side, and I almost feel as though I’m interrupting a private moment.

“Kian, you’re not to blame,” she says, before turning to address the whole room. “None of you are to blame for this. This is all Kyle. I think what you all need to do is communicate and come up with a plan. It sounds like Kellan and…I’m sorry, I don’t know your name.” Freya looks at Whiskey with a wince, and I forgot that most people in the room won’t have a fucking clue who the big biker is.

“Sorry, everyone, this is Jamieson, but he goes by Whiskey. He’s a member of the Celtic Reapers MC, and the husband of Hallie’s birth mother, Shayla.” As I explain, gasps fill the room, everyone looking at Whiskey like they aren’t sure if a Reaper can be trusted or not. Paddy has been tracking the Reapers, keeping us updated on whether they are a threat or not. I personally have tried to keep away from hearing anything Reaper-related, but I’ve heard talk of a mutiny. The new generation, led by Whiskey, are getting ready to make their move against the sick fucks who currently run the MC. Can’t say I won’t be glad to see the back of them.

Freya smiles, and continues with what she had been trying to say. “Sorry, Whiskey. As I was saying, I think you and Kellan have a lot of information, and if you share it, and we all work together, we can bring everyone home safely. So why don’t we put all the information on the table and come up with a plan?”

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Almost an hour later we have gone through all the information that everyone has, and we’ve formulated a plan of attack. Apparently, the sick, twisted fuck thinks today is his and Mia’s wedding day, and the ceremony starts in roughly two hours. Shayla’s going to let us know the exact time to breach and where, so she can try and make it as safe as possible. It looks like Kyle has planned the wedding down to every detail, and his security is tighter than ever before. Luckily, the stupid fuck has invited people to the wedding, which means there will be a short time window when most of the security guards will be distracted screening the guests. They’re only being admitted ten minutes before the wedding starts, which means Mia will be in position. The plan is a good one, the only problem is that the wedding is in Liverpool, and we are in London. Even if we broke every speed limit, there’s no way in hell we can get there in two hours.

We all sit there, head in hands while we try to think of a solution. Bree, who’s been typing furiously on her phone, suddenly yells in excitement. “I’ve just spoken to Gramps. Thankfully, he’s here in London, which means so is his helicopter. If we can get to his downtown building, which is about ten minutes away, he’ll make sure the pilot is there to fly us to Liverpool. We’ll be there in plenty of time. The problem is, the helicopter only holds six people.”

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