Page 11 of The Saviors: Part Two
“Yeah. You guys can follow me up there, and I’ll go in to disarm the alarm. Shouldn’t be too hard.”
Micah hands me a comms piece, and we slide out of the SUV, pulling our masks down as we go. We walk circles around the property until I find a weak point on the east side.Dumbasses.No security cameras, perimeter alarms, or guards. Works for me, though. Micah and Van give me a boost to the top, and I hang there suspended for a minute. I drop and hit the ground, luckily on my feet and not my ass. Using the shadows as cover, I make it to the back door and peek inside. Not seeing anything, I pull the lockpick from my pocket and have it open in seconds. The alarm chirps a warning, but it only gets one before I have it shut down. “Move,” I whisper into the comms. The house is mostly dark except for a few lights on here and there. Nothing that I can’t handle. Micah, Van, and Holden materialize through the backdoor. I signal for them to follow, and we make our way through this enormous house. I hear music coming from the far side, so we go that way. We find Judge Stinson in a study, smoking a cigar, and reading a book. Too bad we’re about to ruin his quiet fucking evening.
There is no hiding now, so we push in like we own the place. Judge Stinson’s hand goes to the phone beside him. “I wouldn’t,” Van warns, pointing a Glock at his chest. “Put your hands in your lap.”
“Who the hell are you?” Stinson demands. “You can’t just come into my house—”
“Shut up,” I bark. “We can, and we did.” I shut the door just in case someone else is in the house. “Where’s your son?”
“My son? He’s a grown man. How should I know?”
I move before he can even register it. I wrap my hand around his meaty throat and pull him back in the chair until it crashes to the ground. “Where. Is. He?”
“I don’t know,” he gasps.
“Liar.” I pull a knife from my pants and flick it open. I point the tip at his eye. “Where is he?”
“He didn’t tell me!”
“He took my future wife, you fat sack of shit. You better start talking.”
“You can’t marry someone who’s still married! He took what belonged to him.” Still married? I shake my head. That doesn’t matter if he’s dead. It kind of makes a marriage certificate null and void.
I rear back, but Micah grabs my arm. “He knows something. You kill him, and we don’t find out.” Micah sets his boot on Stinson’s throat. “Start talking, or I let him start cutting. The choice is yours.”
“I won’t give my son up.”
“I will.” We turn toward the female voice at the door. She’s tall, blonde, and has a fading bruise on her cheek. “On one condition. You kill him first.” It must be fucking bad if you trust four masked men who just broke into your house.
“Done,” I agree automatically. I have no problem ridding this world of both Stinson men since they both seem to be made from the same cloth. “Where is he?”
She walks slowly to the big desk in the corner. She scribbles something down and hands it cautiously to Holden. “It’s an old cabin in the woods.”
“Why are you doing this?” Holden asks.
“Because Brady is a monster just like his father. I know what he did to that girl, and I owe it to her to save her now because I wasn’t brave enough to do it then.” She turns to me with tears in her eyes. “If you risked breaking in here to save her, then I know she made the right choice with you. Please tell her I’m sorry.”
“You know if he dies, you’re going to be the first suspect,” Van says gently.
“I don’t care. Going to prison for murder will be a hundred times better than living in this prison any longer.”
“Vivi,” Stinson says.
She turns cold blue eyes to him. “Don’t Vivi me. You’ve taken your anger out on me for the last time. Saying I hope you rot in hell isn’t enough for what I want to say to you, but they don’t have time for big speeches. But I will say that you’ve laid your hands on me for the last time.” She walks briskly to the door but turns around before walking out. “Go save her.”
I nod and look back at Stinson. “Well, looks like we don’t need you anymore.”
“We can’t kill him here. She’ll go down for it,” Micah reasons.
“We can’t haul his fat ass out of here either,” I argue. “You have the sedative?” Micah hands me the syringe. “What about you guys?” Holden and Van hand me theirs, and I pull mine out. “It will look like an overdose. It metabolizes too fast to be traced.”
Stinson starts struggling, and Micah applies pressure to his neck. Holden and Van each grab a leg. I grab his hand, slap it on the floor then kneel on it. Less noticeable between the fingers. One by one, I load him full of the sedative. Before the last one is even empty, his breathing is almost non-existent. We sit his chair up, lay his book back in his lap, and leave the room. His wife is pacing outside the door.
“I have a place for you to go. Go pack a bag, and I’ll write down the address.” I run back into the office and write down Betty’s address for her. I meet her back in the hallway. “Go here. Don’t call anyone, don’t talk to anyone, and don’t stop until you get there. Her name is Betty. Tell her Shadow sent you.”
She grabs my arm in a surprisingly strong grip. “Kill him. Don’t let him live long enough to get his hands on her again. I should have done something years ago, but he was my son.”
“I hear you.” With that, she’s out the front door, and we slip out the back.
