Dwyer, Dixie Lynn - SWAT Team Two and Miss Robin Hood [The Men of Five-0 #2] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever) (28 page)

She reached for her cell phone and began to text Logan.

Jamie is here. I’m getting Spike.

She signaled to Spike, but he was caught in the crowd watching Tara.

“Mel! I want to talk to you.”

“I have nothing to say to you, Jamie.”

“Well, I’ve got something to say to you.”

He walked under the opening at the end of the bar and grabbed her. He took her by her wrist and dragged her out of the room. No one seemed to notice. She was about to scream when she felt the barrel of his gun against her rib cage.

“Why are you doing this?” she asked in fear as he quickly walked her to the back room.

The room was dark as he pressed her body against the wall.

“Stop it, Jamie. I’m not interested.” She pushed against him, and he pressed the gun hard against her ribs.

Her phone immediately began to ring, and Jamie switched on the light switch. Her eyes adjusted to the light, and her mouth dropped open at the sight of Bret and Chu standing there waiting.

She reached for the phone, but Jamie pulled it from her waist and looked at the number.

“Valdamar!” he exclaimed then placed it on the ground and crushed the phone.

“I know you’ve met my acquaintances,” Jamie stated, pressing her harder against the wall and holding her there by her throat.

Melissa felt the tears reach her eyes. They were going to kill her.

“What do you want from me?” She barely got the words out.

“My friends have some questions for you,” Jamie stated as Chu approached.

She looked toward Bret and his smug expression then toward Chu.

“They want to know why you’ve been hanging around the Valdamar pack, and why William Declan paid you a visit about some extra money you came into, Mel,” Jamie stated.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Melissa replied, and Jamie squeezed her throat tighter. Instinctively she raised her hands and gripped his wrists. She felt her windpipe tighten. He would choke her to death.

“Where did you get the money?” he demanded to know then loosened his grip on her neck.

“Stripping,” she whispered, and Bret’s eyes widened.

“I’ve never seen you strip, Mel.” Bret chimed in as he approached them. He eyed her from toes to head then licked his lips.

“That’s a lot of money to get from stripping,” Chu added, and she gave him a dirty look. He was scum, too.

“Not for Lola Lamore,” she blurted out.

Again the men were shocked. They looked her body over as if they would know what she would look like as a blonde wearing hardly anything.

“It doesn’t matter. We don’t have time for this. Obviously, the money isn’t yours, Bret. So if you don’t mind, my woman and I will be going. We have a plane to catch.”

“What?” Melissa exclaimed as she tried to pull away from Jamie.

In an instant, Chu reached for the gun, and the two men struggled for its possession.

Melissa tried to run, but Bret grabbed her by her hair and pulled her back against his chest.

She reached up to hold his hand to get him to release her when she heard a growl and then a gun going off.

She screamed, and when Bret turned her around, Jamie was standing there holding the gun, and a few feet away was a very large animal. It looked like a big, ugly dog, and then it showed its fangs, and she attempted to pull away.

The animal growled, and Jamie screamed then fired the gun again. In an instant, the beast attacked Jamie, ripping out his throat as blood scattered across the room.

Melissa attempted to run, but Bret dragged her by her hair and headed toward the doorway.

She kicked and screamed, trying to fight against Bret when she heard him growl and saw his eyes change.

“Don’t piss me off, Mel. You’re coming with me.”

He kicked the back door open, setting off the alarms as he pulled her across the parking lot.

Bret shoved her against the limo and her chin hit the doorframe.

She cried out in pain, and when she turned to fight Bret off again, he struck her in the head with something.

Suddenly, she felt pain and then darkness.

* * * *

“The raid is in motion now. Our inside people say it’s going down tonight,” Willy told Logan over the phone.

“Okay, we’re on our way. We’ll have to get someone over to Mel. I don’t want her in that club when the shit hits the fan,” Logan stated just as his phone buzzed.

“Wait. I’ve got a text from Mel.”

“Oh, fuck. We got to move. Mel says that Jamie is at the club.”

“What?” Frankie asked as he pulled on his gear.

“We have to get to Mel, Willy,” Logan stated.

“Go! I’ll call in team four. Keep me updated.”

Logan hung up the phone and grabbed the keys to the truck.

“If that fucker hurts her, he’s a dead man,” Sunny exclaimed as they all ran out to the truck.

* * * *

Ten minutes later, they arrived on the scene at Charlie’s. There were police cars everywhere and a special operations unit in the back parking lot. All the patrons were exiting the club and getting into their vehicles.

The men showed their badges and rushed inside, trying to find Melissa.

They called to her through their link and got no response.

They saw Charlie just as he saw them.

“He got her, guys. I can’t fucking believe this, but he got her.”

“Who got her, Jamie?” Vince asked.

“No. Bret.”

“Oh, fuck!” Sunny exclaimed.

“What the fuck happened?” Jake demanded to know, and Charlie explained.

They checked out the crime scene and showed their IDs to the men who secured the backroom. They were wolves, and they had to ensure that no humans saw what had occurred in the back room. Luckily, Charlie had heard the gunfire and ran in there first. He knew enough to secure the room and evacuate the building.

They talked to the men in charge as they absorbed the scene. Jamie lay dead on the floor, covered in blood with his throat ripped out. They knew that a wolf was the culprit. A few feet away, another man lay in half shift. It was Chu, Bret’s right-hand man and bodyguard. He had multiple bullet wounds to his chest and shoulder. Obviously too many to shift and save him. He was dead, too.

“This is a big fucking mess, Logan,” one of the investigators complained.

“You’re telling me, but it gets worse. The man who this guy works for has our mate. Any indication of which way they headed?” Logan asked.

“Your fucking mate? Shit, Logan, what do you need? I’ve got guys everywhere on standby for some secret multi-raid thing going on in New Jersey and here.”

“Yeah, it’s all part of the same situation. We’re going to head out. We need to find where Bret took her.”

Logan walked through the mess and into the back parking lot. He looked around the ground and sniffed the air. His brothers were right there with him.

“I smell her blood,” Frankie stated in a growl.

“Right here,” Sunny added as he bent down and touched his finger to the blacktop.

He brought it to his nose.

“Is it Mel’s?” Vince asked.

He nodded.

“Fuck!” Frankie replied.

“Where could he have taken her?” Jake asked out loud.

“I don’t know but the first place we have to look is his home. Let’s go,” Logan commanded, and they ran toward their truck.

They headed out of Manhattan and across the George Washington Bridge to New Jersey. They knew that the location of Bret’s house was somewhere near where the showroom was.

“I hope to the gods we find her before he hurts her,” Frankie said. The others added similar comments.

“I tried to contact her through our link and got no response,” Vince told his brothers.

“We all did, and nothing,” Sunny said then banged his fist on the dashboard.

“We should have never let her go, man. We should have made her stay with us,” Frankie spoke as he ran his fingers through his hair. The helpless feeling filled them all.

* * * *

“Team three, I have a visual on another vehicle entering the maid’s quarters on the right side of the estate. Please confirm our guest and add them to the list,” Mick stated through his headset as he watched the house and building through his binoculars, waiting for the order to go in. So far, six high-profile drug dealers entered the showroom and party. None had left.

“That’s a negative on the vehicle, sir. I have a large tree in my way and a male and female guest fucking against it. Maybe you can assist?”

They laughed over the airway, and Mick crawled backward to get into a better position as he spoke softly into the mouthpiece.

“I got it covered. Just try not to lose your focus. The call will come in any minute.”

Just then, Mick had the limo and its occupants in view. His heart hammered in his chest. There was Bret lifting a voluptuous brunette with a perfectly round ass out of the limo. When he tossed her over his shoulder, Mick immediately recognized her.

“Fuck, commander! I got a fucking visual, and it ain’t good!”

“What do you got, Mick?” Willy asked, sounding concerned.

“I got team two’s woman. It’s Mel, and she’s unconscious and bleeding from her head.”

“Son of a bitch. I’m on it. Keep her in your sights.”

“They entered the house, Commander. What’s your order?”

“We move in seven minutes. Fernandez family en route and in the vicinity.”

“Out.”

* * * *

Willy banged his fist on the dashboard inside the SWAT team surveillance truck. They had the place surrounded and all other locations in position on his command to enter.

He called Logan.

* * * *

“Hey, Willy, what do you got?” Logan answered his phone, hoping that Willy had a lead on Bret. “I got a visual on your mate.”

“What?” Frankie yelled.

William explained the situation and told the men where their position would be and to get there in six minutes. Logan stepped on the gas and ditched the car two blocks from the location. They grabbed their gear, put on their headsets, and ran to meet Mick and the rest of the team.

As soon as they arrived, they got into position and watched the house.

They waited for Willy’s order.

* * * *

Melissa rolled her head back and forth. The pain was excruciating. She blinked her eyes and tried to focus on where she was. When she tried to lift her hand to her face to rub her eyes, she couldn’t move them. She was tied to a bed. Looking down, she saw that she was only wearing a bra and panties and her legs were loose.

“Ahh, Sleeping Beauty finally awakes. Or should I say Miss Robin Hood.” Bret chuckled as he rose from the chair. He held a snifter of brandy in his hand, and all he was wearing was a silk robe. She prayed that he was fully dressed under there.

“Let me loose, Bret. You’ve lost your mind.”

He placed the glass down on the bedside table then stared at her body.

“I missed you, Mel. Fucking you once and never having you again was like torture.”

He ran a finger over her thigh then to her mound. She kicked her legs at him, forcing his hand away.

“There’s no need to fight it. You’re mine now, and tomorrow we head out to the coast. Oh, and don’t worry about the little brats and the old lady. They’ll be dead in about ten minutes,” he stated smugly as he glanced at his wristwatch.

“You fucking bastard. Don’t you touch them! I’ll never be yours!” she screamed then cried in fear for her children and aunt. She prayed that Willy and his men protected them as they promised.

“Now is that any way to talk to your Alpha?” he teased then leaned down to lick her lips. She spit at him, and he backhanded her across the mouth.

She tasted the blood, and she felt the pain in her jaw as she tried to pull on her restraints.

“Don’t touch me!” she screamed, losing her voice as the rope cut her skin on her wrist.

In a flash, Bret was on top of her. He straddled her hips, and she cried out for help.

“We’re here. Just hold steady.”

She heard Logan’s voice and gasped. They were here, and they would save her, just like they promised. Her heart pounded in her chest as Bret leaned forward and licked her cleavage.

“Get off of me, you idiot. I’ll never be yours,” she yelled, and he hit her again. She thought she saw stars. It was such a hard hit. It took her a moment to refocus. Anger filled her body as the tears rolled down her cheeks.

“You’re going to be my mate, my woman, forever.”

“Never! I will never be yours because I belong to the Valdamar pack. My men are my mates, and they will find you and kill you!” She clenched her teeth and spit at him again.

His eyes changed color, and his incisors elongated before her. She felt the claws by her ribs. Then he grabbed her arms and cut her skin.