Page 80 of Reacher
“If anyone survives, I’ll happily join the fight. When’s this all happening? Anything could be happening to my old lady, while you guys stand here with your thumbs up your asses.”
Stitch rolled his eyes at me.
“It’s already underway, Reacher.”
I frowned at both of them, because how the fuck was it going down if they were right here, instead of out there saving my fucking woman?
“So what the fuck are you two doing here?”
Torch nodded at us and left the room, while Stitch sat down.
“We’re the ones guarding you and Ice, brother. Until this is done, I don’t want to take any chances, but literally everyone else is going after Ally, even Jock.”
Wow. Jock. He didn’t do much these days apart from drink, and miss his old lady. I wasn’t sure if he’d be much use, but I appreciated the assistance.
“Who’s taking lead?”
Stitch leaned back, watching me for a moment.
“Ryder.”Jesus.
“He’s not been his best self lately. Sure he’s up to it?”
“Reacher, he’s determined to make up to you for what he’s been doing. I think out of everyone, he’s the most likely to succeed at this, and that’s why he’s going in. So’s his old lady, by the way.”
“What the fuck for? He’ll only have eyes for her, and it’ll distract him.” I knew I should have taken care of things myself. I reached for the tubes in my hand, and Stitch cursed, reaching over to drag my hand away before I grabbed them.
“Don’t be a prick. Tori is there purely to support Ally… just in case she… uh… needs a female presence.”Fuck. He meant incase she’d been raped by these bastards. I fought to swallow the rage filling me up. If those fuckers had touched my old lady, I’d carve their fucking hearts from their chests, after I made them eat their own dicks.
“If… if that’s…”
“Way ahead of you, man. We’ll make sure we bring the fucker back alive if he did.”
“So it’s Raoul?”
He nodded grimly. “He’s running things around our neck of the woods, so he’s definitely behind things.” I hated the thought of anyone having Ally, especially the same fucker who’d used and abused her before. What the hell was he doing to her right now?
Stitch rubbed at the back of his neck, a shifty look on his face, and I realised there was more to the fucking story than he’d let on already.
“We… uh… we’re not going in alone.”
What the fuck? “Tell me you didn’t…”
He sighed heavily. “Didn’t have a lot of choice. Rossi’s boys were the ones who tracked the place, and they want them gone too, so it’s a joint rescue. MC and mafia. Can’t make that shit up, right?”
Jesus fucking Christ. Rossi’s boys were also the same fuckers who’d abused my old lady last time they ‘retrieved her’!
“That’s it. I’m done sitting here like a lemon. Get me the hell out of here.”
He just fucking sat there staring at me, a stubborn look on his damn face.
“Not happening, man. I want you alive, and that means you fucking rest.”
“I have to be there. I have to fucking save her.”
“Your heart’s racing again.”
“No shit, asshole. I’m desperate to save my old lady.” I tried sitting up, but my fucking body felt like it was made of lead weights.
