Page 20 of Letters to the Lost

I know there is a list of people who have harmed her and one look at Dominic lets me know that we’ll be working our way through that list until it’s finished. Death will be too easy for them, but Dominic’s particular skills will come in handy for once.

Everyone is sitting silently, legs bouncing and fists clenching while we wait for some news about how this happened. The anxiety from being away from Autumn makes me feel jittery.

“Do you think she’s okay?” I ask the room.

“She should be, she’s in the middle of nowhere surrounded by a team of doctors. Plus, my dad had a team follow her out there, hidden of course,” Brenn informs me. Any thought of being reassured goes flying out the window when Kelvin comes back, his face contorted in anger.

“Got someone for you to bring in,” he tells us.

“Who?” Tobias asks, his hands gripping the sofa arm.

“Keyon Turner.”

The clacking of Sebastian's keyboard fills the room as the rest of us get our weapons ready, we never wore them around Autumn not wanting to scare her or for her to click on who we were, it felt like I was missing a limb the whole time after carrying one constantly for years, but she came first. Always will.

Holstering my gun, I turn back around to the others, every one of them back to the hard men I knew from before, none of the lightness that Autumn brings out in them, in all of us.

“Got that address yet?” Atlas barks out, obviously feeling impatient.

“Got it,” Sebastian says, getting up and holstering his weapon.

All of us pile into my SUV since it has the biggest trunk, looking to make sure everyone is ready to go. I get head nods back, no need for verbal communication.

We all know what needs to be done, Keyon knows who put that camera in our girl’s room or he is the one to have done it. It doesn’t matter, we will have our answers by the end of the night even if it kills someone.

Pulling up outside of Keyon’s home, I take in the overgrown grass and the rickety fence that needs to be fixed, this house looks like a crack den.

“Plan?” I ask, looking toward Tobias. He’s our planner and makes sure everything works like a well-oiled machine. His time in military school gave him something useful, even if he hated it.

“Nothing better than the element of surprise. Dominic picks the lock, and then we go inside. Try to be quiet, we don’t need him being alerted to our presence and grabbing a weapon,” Tobias orders, looking pointedly at Dominic.

“I’ll be as quiet as a mouse,” Dominic replies with a smirk, holding his hands up in the air as if he’s innocent.

“You better Dominic. We can’t mess this one up, we need these answers,” Atlas tells him, his tone serious.

“Come on. Let’s just get this over with,” I say, already climbing from the car wanting this done.

Approaching the peeled-painted door, Dominic crouches down and picks the lock. A few jiggles later the door is swinging open, thankfully Dominic manages to catch the handle before it hits anything.

“Ready?” I whisper making my way to the front of everyone, all of them nod so I tell them all to split up and check the house. Making my way into the kitchen, I check the backdoor to make sure it’s still locked just in case Keyon manages to slip past us. Suddenly there’s a thud from upstairs and a garbled yell.

“Stop moving!” Sebastian yells followed by the sound of flesh hitting flesh. A loud crash follows the sound of what I am assuming is Keyon’s body hitting the floor.

“You good?” I shout.

“No. The bastard fell on top of me! Get up here and get him off of me!” Sebastian shouts.

Getting to the top of the stairs, I can’t help the laugh that slips from my mouth. A tank of a man is now laid unconscious on top of Sebastian's chest, drool slipping from Keyon’s mouth onto Sebastian's shirt. Dominic’s cackle sounds from beside me, followed by the other two as they join us.

“Will one of you fucking help me up?!”

“Can I take a picture first?” Atlas asks somehow in between laughing, his phone already out.

“How did this even happen?” Tobias asks, tears forming in his eyes from laughing so hard.

“DO NOT TAKE THAT PHOTO, ATLAS!” Sebastian shouts just as the flash from Atlas’s phone brightens the room.

Dominic is nearly on the floor, crippled over from laughing so hard. Finally taking pity on my friend, I lug the unconscious Keyon off of him making sure to secure his hands and feet with zip ties and duct tape his mouth before flinging him over my shoulder in a fireman's carry.

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