Page 61 of Unveiled Wounds

“It’s like watching a D-list version of Grizz and Buster.” I wasn’t sure who that was, but I wasn’t in the mood to fight a brother over it.

“Shut the fuck up,” I said. We watched as Clara disconnected from the leader, leading him by the hand to the back passenger door. She laid against it, arching her back and sticking her tits out. We were too far away to hear what they were saying, but she constantly ran her fingers up and down his chest.

“I didn’t think they made bad porn, but this is it.”

The leader caged Clara against the car door, and they went at it again.

“What the fuck are they doing?” Sabre asked.

“Do we really have to explain it to you, Prez?”

“Cyph, send C and D a message not to come.” Sabre skipped the sarcasm, walking himself into a bigger hole.

“Bad choice of words. No one’s going to come watching this shit.” Pretty laughed.

“They need to wrap this up before the actual clients show.” This was not how I wanted to spend my night. The quicker we took care of this fucking shit, the better off we’d be. They must have telepathically heard me because it wasn’t much longer before they broke apart.

I watched Clara twirl a piece of her hair, and it instantly reminded me of Meredith. She’d do the same thing when she was nervous or trying to process something. Clara was doing it to distract the leader, and it seemed to work. She turned to open the car door, shoving her ass into his dick. He grabbed her hips, pulling her back against him as she rummaged around in the back seat.

“Fuck,” we all said again.

Clara stood, holding a baby carrier in her hand. She handed it to the leader and went back to twirling a piece of her hair. He said something to her and walked away as she held out her hand. Clara followed him, punching him square in the back with her fist.

“Is she looking to die?”

I didn’t know, nor did I care.

He reversed and backed her against the car door. Setting the carrier down, he reached behind him, removing a stack of papers from the back of his jeans. Every time he went to hand her the papers, she would swipe at them, but he would quickly withdraw. It was a game to them, and eventually, she rubbed her tits against his chest, grabbing them for herself. The leader smacked her ass one last time before she sat in the driver’s seat. Reversing, she turned the car around, and the lights disappeared.

Clara had just traded her baby for a fresh identity. She was going to run, never looking back.

“That’s my baby,” I said, instantly.

“Grizz,” Sabre snapped at me.

“No. He’s going to die, and I’m taking the baby. It’s not up for discussion.” I was serious. As soon as the leader had touched the handle of the car seat, my protective instincts flared. The baby was coming home with me, and when we settled at the condo, I’d call Meredith. I didn’t stop to think she’d say no. In fact, it wasn’t even on my radar. I’d just made us parents with no concern for how my wife would feel. We’d both said if it happened, it happened. It was happening.

The leader watched as Clara disappeared, eventually picking up the carrier and turning to head towards the side door.

“There are no cameras out here,” Cyph reminded.

“If we move, they’re going to hear us,” Zook said.

“What if one of us runs and knocks on the window? They come out through the door, and we take ’em,” Slate strategized.

“Dude, no wonder you’re retired.”

The overhead garage door opened. A forklift appeared, rolling out a shrink-wrapped pallet. It made several trips, each time dumping another pallet on the drive. By the time they’d lined up the night’s inventory, they’d given us an obstacle course to hide behind.

Sabre was the first to move. The Larkspur kept him hidden as he scrambled between the flowers. Reaching the middle set of pallets, he flattened himself against the back, waving for us to move.

The overhead garage door was still open, so we had a clear view of what we were walking into. They had literally unloaded all of their product onto the drive. If our plans had been to blow up the cargo, they had just given us a prime opportunity. The only problem with that was Sabre had sold it to Krait.

For such an important night, it didn’t seem like they had enough personnel. There were only eight of them. The leader had set the baby carrier on a desk, but he wasn’t paying it any attention. He’d walked up to one man, said something, and then hit him in the side of the head before moving on to the next. I recognized the two other men who’d been in the holding cell with us, but the other five were a mystery.

“They’re not the brightest bulbs, are they?” How said. “From where I’m at, I can see all of them. The leader is pacing, stopping every so often to rant. I can’t hear what they’re saying, but he’s waving his arms around.”

“Where’s everyone else?” Op asked. We were close enough to ending this that Sabre would take a step back and let the brothers with military experience take over. They were used to running missions like this, and our planning would only go so far.

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