Page 3 of Law

CHAPTER 2

Law scanned the Graceview Retreat Center for movement or anything unusual. Even with the mylar blanket underneath him, lying on his stomach on the frozen ground for four days wasn’t ideal. His skin was red and numb. But after spotting his target, nothing could have made him move.

Glancing at his watch, his heart ticked up a beat. It was six minutes until go time. The plan had come together easier than he’d thought it would. Sabre had a score to settle with the Society and its Warrior MC sidekicks. All the guys wanted a piece of the action.

They’d planned Zane’s rescue down to the last detail, but they hadn’t figured on the Lovelyn factor. He’d been watching her for four days, since he’d come back to scout and take note of the security guards’ movements. One thing he’d figured out about her right from the start was she was a menace to herself and everyone around her. And the most gorgeous woman he’d ever seen.

The first thing he’d be discussing with her once he got her out was how windows worked. Evidently, no one had told her they worked both ways, and if she could see out, otherpeople could see in. For four days, he’d watched her parade around her room wearing practically nothing, doing the most outrageous things.

She did whatever popped into her head, whether that was slinging herself rhythmically around the room in what he assumed was supposed to be dancing since she held her hairbrush to her mouth as a microphone. Adorable as fuck, but not what he’d call dancing. He was stretching it to even call it rhythmic.

His fingers itched to grab that brush and sit her down in front of him so he could brush her hair. Evidence suggested she didn’t know what a brush was really for, either. Once he smoothed out all the tangles and snarls, he’d put her over his knee and show her the other thing he liked to use hairbrushes for while explaining how windows worked. Thoroughly.

Then there was the jumping on the bed. He’d damn near had a heart attack the night before when she’d toppled off the side and disappeared from view. He’d been up and halfway to the perimeter fence when she’d climbed back up on her bed.

At first, he thought she was crying because she’d hurt herself, and his heart almost stopped. Then he realized she was laughing. He hadn’t even settled back onto his blanket before she was up and bouncing again.

She stayed up too late. Didn’t eat any of the vegetables the Society provided at her meals. And talked to herself and her stuffies a lot. He couldn’t really blame her for that last one since no one else who entered the room spoke to her at all. The woman was nothing if not verbal, so having no one to talk to must have been torture.

And through it all, no matter what happened, she just kept going. He’d never seen her break down. The fact all that had happened was bad enough, but what concerned him was, through it all, he’d never seen her cry.

She must have so many feelings inside, but she never broke down, had a good cry, and gotten rid of all the junk inside. He hadno idea how, after four years, she wasn’t certifiably insane. He wouldn’t know until he could spend time with her, but by everything he’d seen, he’d bet his bottom dollar she was a Little. The question was, did she know she was Little?

She was the closest thing to pure light and joy he’d ever seen. It had taken all his self-control not to chuck the plan and infiltrate the mansion four days ago. It had been a constant battle. The only thing closer to frostbite than his stomach was his cock. And all the things he kept imagining warming it up didn’t help.

He’d never been one to ignore his instincts. His instincts had saved him more times than he could count. And every instinct he had was telling him to move now, get to her room, and make her his. He’d had more visions of hugging that curvy body tight, kissing her hard, fucking her harder, and then listening to whatever she wanted to share for as long as she had words to say.

Because all in all, she was the most adorable Little girl he’d ever seen. He couldn’t explain it. He never tried. But he knew she’d be his in some way. Thank god he’d read the message on Zane’s phone five days ago when the kid had snuck out of his house and run back to the Warriors. If not for that, he wouldn’t have known he even had a sister.

Yeah, he and the kid would be having a chat. Zane had lived with him for months, ever since he’d come back to check on Deke’s Little girl, Suzi, when the Warriors tried to poison her. Zane hadn’t realized what the bikers had made him deliver, but once he did, he went back to make sure Suzi hadn’t been harmed. He’d been with Sabre ever since. Law had taken the kid under his wing, and Zane had been living with him in one of Law’s spare bedrooms.

He knew the kid had secrets he wasn’t ready to share, but he’d never imagined the outlaw MC had his sister. Hell, he hadn’t even known Zane had a sister until he’d found the club’s message on Zane’s phone. Some asshat named Ravage had sent the messageinforming Zane his sister, Lovelyn, was at the Darling compound and the kid had snuck out, stolen Law’s bike, and gone back to the Warriors.

Law glanced at his watch again. Four minutes to go. Bringing the team up on his phone’s GPS, he counted the dots and locations. Everyone was in place, so what were they waiting for?

Four minutes might as well be forever. He needed to get to Zane and Lovelyn as soon as possible. A lot could happen in an interrogation in four minutes, and since Sawyer had patched Law into the Society’s walkie-talkie frequency the day before, he knew that’s where the kid was. They’d interrogated the kid a lot. It had been fucking hard to hear, but no matter what they did or threatened to do, the kid didn’t crack.

Guilt tried to cloud his mind, but he shoved it aside. He’d feel guilty that he hadn’t known what the kid had planned later. Zane had made the call to go back in. Right or wrong, that was done. Now, he needed to focus on getting the kid back out. Four minutes earlier than planned.

Dialing Sawyer, he made his demands before his brother could utter a word. “Everyone’s in position. Are we go?”

“I’ll check.” Sawyer didn’t waste time asking stupid questions. It was one of his finest qualities. He came back thirty seconds later. “Everyone is set. Reid and Hutch are walking up to the gate as a diversion. I just cut the phones and internet, and Gage is about to drive one of Winnie’s junker trucks into the transformer po—” A huge boom echoed from the far side of the compound. “Damn! Make thatdrovethe truck into the transformer pole. I’m deactivating the Society’s account from their internet carrier, so most people’s phones won’t work to report anything. The Warriors should be about to have their hands full.”

Several explosions rent the early morning air of the Warriors’ compound. Right on time. Leave it to Connor and Deke to create an effective diversion. When they’d said they were hitting thecompound with a barrage of Molotov cocktails, Law had been impressed. By the size of those explosions, they’d used something a hell of a lot more combustible than gasoline.

If the Society had been counting on the MC as backup, they were out of luck. Now, it was up to Law to make the most of the diversions and disruptions his brothers had made.

Crouching low, Law raced across the meadow. Fortunately, the past two days had been warm and dry, allowing much of the snow to melt away. His puncture-resistant Kevlar arm sleeves were perfect for the barbed wire topping the fence.

Once over the fence, Law grinned at the mass havoc consuming the Society’s compound, better known as the Graceville Resource Center or GRC. He wore black cargo pants and a thermal shirt with the same jacket as all the other Society security guards wore. Pulling on his cap, he thanked the powers that be for Sawyer Dorsey.

If information was online, that man could find it, hack into it, and do anything he wanted with it once he was in. Including ordering a uniform that matched the men now running like chickens with their heads cut off. Sawyer never participated in the ops themselves, preferring to stay in the background and run the show. Somehow, Law thought there was a lot more to Sawyer than computer skills, but if his friend wanted to keep that to himself, that was his call.

Law jogged across the compound and up the steps of the mansion where Zane and Lovelyn were held. Connor had used his contacts to get word to Zane that Sabre was making their move today, so Law planned to reach Zane first. Lovelyn would also be more inclined to trust him if he had her brother with him.

Zane was being held in one of four cells in the basement. All he needed to do was get him out of a locked cell without attracting too much attention. He’d devised a contingency plan in case Zane was too hurt to escape unassisted. Step one was to wrestle a gunfrom one of the security guards and shoot every last one of them for hurting the kid. That part was the most important. After that, the plan depended on how badly Zane had been injured, but he had backup plans.

Law always had plans. Things ran better when they were organized and orderly. Certain aspects of his life, those he kept the most secret, needed planning to work. The thrill was in executing the plan and the rewards it brought.

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