Page 36 of Redemption
Prophet sprinted after him and tackled him down. Punching him square in the face, the man passed out. I caught up with them and we both hurried him back to the van.
I hopped in and the keys were already in the ignition, they apparently were ready to roll out of here after they snatched the girls. Well, now we would roll out with them inside their own getaway vehicle.
Prophet jumped into the passenger seat. While I drove us to the alley, Prophet moved to the back and untied the girls then moved over to tie up the injured guy. “You should have shot to injure, Red,” he told me. “I hope this guy makes it. We need to know where that fucking hideout is.”
I pursed my lips. He was right of course. These men might even know where Glory was. Fuck, I hadn’t been thinking straight that was for sure. But rage had blinded me when I saw Cinnamon over that fucker’s shoulder. I never wanted to kill anyone so badly before.
When I parked in the alley, Prophet said, “There’s no room in this piece of shit van for our bikes. We will have to leave them here.”
I paused then took my cell out, tapping on Justice’s number.
“Yeah?” he answered in a sleepy voice.
“You need to get to Talon and give him my number, man.”
“What?” he asked in confusion.
“Long story, kid,” I said. “Find him and give him my number. I’m in Ramton. Do it quick.”
“The hell, Red?”
“Just do it, brother!” I snapped. “It is life or death.” I ended the call.
Prophet sat in the passenger seat and stared at me.
I shrugged. “He can have his men come out and get the bikes.” I then climbed between the seats and checked on Cinnamon.
Her eyes were open and Prophet had removed her gag. “Y-you came and…” Tears rolled down from her eyes.
I scooted over and set her head on my lap as I swiped her tears away with my fingers. “I did.” I didn’t have anything to wipe the blood away on her face, so I looked over at Prophet.
He had been watching me and handed some napkins over that he’d found.
I grabbed it then tried to get most of it off of her nose and cheek. I felt around on her head and found the cut there. It had stopped bleeding and that at least, was a good sign.
She studied my face the entire time, then asked in a whisper, “Why?”
Shrugging my shoulders, I admitted what I could, “I felt like something might happen to you.” That was true, but the real truth was…I wanted to keep her with me. Safe and sound.
She smiled up at me then winced. “Well, thank you.” She raised her hand to her head. “Headache from hell.”
“I’m sorry, my bad.”
She gazed up at me. “What?”
“I saw that fucker with you over his shoulder and I…” Looking up at Prophet, I went on, “Killed him. He went down and you went with him.” I stared down at her again.
“Oh,” she whispered. “Good, he was one of O’s men.”
I wanted to ask her why this happened, why she ran, and what the hell was going on with her, but I knew now wasn’t the time. My cell rang and I tapped it to answer, “Yeah.”
“Talon here, where the fuck are you?”
“In a van in Ramton.”
“The hell, Redemption?” he barked.
“Look, Cinnamon ran, she left the ranch. I followed her and two men were carrying her and some other girl to their van, tied up and gagged.”
