Page 52 of Rebel

“I won’t be long. Be ready to do whatever you need to do when I get him outside.” With that, she exited the car and strolled inside the bar.

I watched her go, trying not to dart after her. Stray kept hassling me about panties, which made me turn around in my seat and slug him in the chest.

“Ouch, motherfucker. What the hell was that for? Take a fucking joke once in a while. I thought you’d be less tightly wound now that you’re head over heels.” Stray rubbed his chest, glaring hard at me.

Casper snickered softly, his shoulders shaking with his quiet laughter. Joining in on the bullshit Stray had started, he signed, “You seem like the type to enjoy a silky G-string.”

Just to be a dick and fuck with him I said, “You know I don’t understand that sign language shit. I have no idea what you’re trying to say.”

Casper’s response to that was a middle finger, which needed no translation. Since actions spoke louder than words, he followed that up by leaning forward and giving my head a shove into the side window.

“Would you guys stop fucking around and pay attention? If Storm comes out with Noah, we need to be ready to grab him. Let’s get out and wait near the entryway.” I shoved open my door and got out of the car, taking one last large drink of coffee before leaving it behind.

Stretching my arms up over my head, I leaned from side to side, giving everything a good stretch. Feeling a little foggy in the head, I gave my cheek a slap. Then I took up position near the front door of the bar and waited. Both Stray and Casper joined me.

Every time somebody left the building, I tensed. Time seemed to crawl by. I wasn’t sure if it was my drug addled brain messing with me or not.

“Does it feel like she’s been in there for a long time?” I asked the other two guys. “Or is that just me?”

Casper checked his phone and signed, “It’s been fifteen minutes or so. Try to relax.”

There was no relaxing. Not until my girl got her ass back out here. I started to pace along the sidewalk. I needed to do something with myself. Standing here and waiting around wasn’t in my nature.

“Chill the fuck out, dude. Watching you do that is bugging me.” Stray stuck out his foot in an effort to trip me.

Before I could give him a shove and tell him to shut it, the door opened again as Storm exited with Noah in tow. He pulled out his phone, saying, “Let me give River a call and we’ll sort this out.”

I had no idea what story she told him that finally worked, and I didn’t care. Casper was closest. He emerged from the shadows to grab Noah while his head was still down, focused on his phone. The device was knocked from his hand, falling to the concrete.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me.” Noah’s green eyes were wide with surprise. He turned on Storm, his expression growing angry. “You screwed me, bitch. I believed that you needed help.”

My fist smashed into Noah’s jaw. He would’ve dropped if Casper hadn’t been holding onto him.

“You don’t talk to her like that. One more nasty word to her and I cut out your tongue.” We didn’t wait around for the security working the door inside to notice us. We dragged Noah to the car and shoved him into the back seat between Stray and Casper.

He did his best to put up a fight. Kicking and shouting. Hell, the crazy bastard even tried to bite Stray. While the two of them pinned him in place, I shoved a couple pills in his mouth, covering it with my hand until he was forced to swallow. I really should have grabbed this shit in an injectable form.

I nodded for Storm to start the car and get us moving. She hurriedly backed out of the parking spot and peeled out of the lot.

“You fucking drugged me?” Noah shouted. “What did you give me? What the hell was that?”

“Settle down,” I admonished. “Just a little something to get you talking. We have a few questions for you. Play along and we’ll let you go as soon as we’re finished. We don’t plan to hurt you. Not this time.”

Noah was still hung up on the pills. Straining against Casper and Stray, he continued to shout. “I can’t believe you fucking drugged me, you total psychopaths. Do you think River is going to let this go? You really fucked up this time.”

I nodded to Casper who slammed a fist into Noah’s jaw, knocking him out cold. “That’s better. Head to the graveyard, pet. We’ll take him to the church.”

Storm nodded, focusing on the road as she drove us away from the bar. Although her hands shook slightly on the wheel, she was otherwise calm and determined. I knew how much it meant to her to find out who was behind Chase’s murder. I meant what I said when I promised to help her find the killer. There was no doubt in my mind that it was River and his group.

We reached the graveyard, parking in behind the church so the car wouldn’t be seen from the road. We dragged Noah inside the small beaten down building and tossed him onto a pew. Once I was sure the pills should’ve kicked in, I began to slap his face, trying to rouse him.

He came awake with a start, bolting upright with a shout. It took him a moment to realize where he was. All three of us stood around him, blocking any chance of escape. Storm watched from a distance, hanging out near the door.

“Ready to answer a few questions for us, Callahan?” I asked, standing over him.

“Go fuck yourself, Kane.” He followed up that remark by spitting in my direction. I would’ve punched him out but I needed him awake for this.

“Who was behind the death of Chase Masters?” I asked my question, trying to keep it simple.

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