Page 138 of Jake's Angel
Sadie starts sobbing. Caleb shoves Gabe’s shoulder, pushing him out of the way, and sits beside Sadie, pulling her to him.
“Reign your shit in Gabriel,now.”There is a fine line between club brother and father, and Caleb is walking it. “Sadie Jay, what happened? Where’s Avery?”
“We heard you talking. She heard you say Eleanor had something to do with Maggie’s death and how Gabe was going to keep it club business and not tell Avery everything. She needed to find out for herself if it was true. If her grandparents had her mother killed.”
“Jesus,” Gabe whispers under his breath. “How did she hear all of that?” She looks down at her feet, not daring to meet his eyes.
“I hacked into the cameras in Vincenzo’s house when Hawk and Jake were talking. We didn’t hear everything. She was getting upset and right when we heard about Eleanor having Maggie killed, I cut the feed.”
“Fuck!” I roar. “Why can’t you two let us handle this shit? Why do you have to keep putting yourselves in danger? Dammit, Sadie Jay. They still want her dead.” My words hit her hard as she falls apart on the couch into a sobbing mess.
Jesus!
“This shit is onyou.”I point at Gabe. “You sent her to live with those rich assholes instead of at home with us, where she fucking belongs. Thomas wouldn’t have come at her again if we were protecting her like we should have been.”
Gabe’s fist connects with my jaw and rocks my head backward. “You better fucking remember who you’re talking to if you want to keep that cut you’re wearing.”
“Gabriel. Jesus, son,” Caleb admonishes. “Fighting each other isn’t going to find Avery or bring her back.”
“Your father is right, Gabriel,” Vincenzo intervenes. “Though I would have shot my man for such a disrespectful comment, his point is still valid. As is your father’s. We need to find Avery.You two can beat each other’s brains in later. When you’re not standing on my gray carpet.”
“Pres. I’ve got something,” Hawk calls. We all crowd around the small desk. The sight before me almost brings me to my knees. I hear Sadie gasp just before she runs to the bathroom, slamming the door behind her. Vincenzo motions for Matteo to follow her.
“Motherfucker!” Gabe roars through the room. “Where is this? Where is she? I want answers now, Hawk!” I hear the commotion, but nothing is registering as I stare at the sight before me on the screen.
Avery’s curled up, bound in a dog kennel in the center of a concrete floor in what looks to be a cold storage room, judging by the large fans and stacks of boxes surrounding her. She looks to be covered in bruises. I can’t see the details of her face, but the way her head is laying against the bars so still makes me believe she’s not conscious.
“How the hell are we going to get everyone and get there before something happens to her, Pres?” Declan asks. “How do you want to play this?”
“We’ll take my jet. I can have you there in under forty-five minutes. Matteo. Ready the plane.” Matteo gets on the phone making calls. Parisi is on his own phone when I hear him tell whoever is on the other end of the line, “Ready the men. I want Giovanni and Lorenzo to meet us at the airport with a convoy. Call the physician and tell him to be at the penthouse at The Rose Garden. Have a chopper on standby. Four vehicles and enough ammunition and weapons to level a warehouse. We’re going fishing.”
Sadie moves to speak, but is cut off by a gruff, “You will stay here and monitor everything over the cameras for us. I’m going to need Hawk with me at the site, which means no fucking around. No escape attempts. No drugging drinks so you can godo whatever the fuck you want. I need your help, Sadie. Avery needs you to do as you're told and help. You got me?” Gabe leaves no room for argument. He’s on edge, as are we all, but he seems to be holding himself together with pure rage and determination.
Hawk sets up the laptop on the table, showing Sadie what he needs her to do and how to use the comms device.
We take the elevators to the underground garage, get into the SUVs, and drive to the private airstrip. Matteo is rattling off something in Italian to the pilot. Four men in suits—Vincenzo’s soldiers—are loading large, black plastic boxes into the main cab of the plane.
Hawk grabs his laptop and backpack and walks up the stairs in front of me. The plane looks like a luxury hotel with wings. With black leather furnishings and black and gold marble tabletops. It has a spacious cabin with plush carpet and a large flatscreen tv mounted at the front.
Once inside, Hawk grabs the window seat at the table and begins checking for outlets and charging bases. Gabe sits next to him, opens his phone, and starts typing. I sit across from them, taking the other window seat with Declan beside me. Pop, Caleb, Ethan, and Ghost sit at a table across the aisle. Jameson stayed back with Sadie, in case shit goes sideways and to make sure she doesn’t try to magically crash the hunting party.
Crazy bitch.
Vincenzo unbuttons his suit jacket, takes a seat toward the back of the plane, and reclines crossing one leg over the other with his ankle on his knee. Matteo sits behind him, reclining his seat until he’s lounging comfortably with his eyes closed like he’s done this a thousand times.
“So, what’s the plan?” I ask. “Do we have a blueprint for the building?”
The plane starts to taxi down the runway, preparing to take off. The captain comes over the speaker, letting us know to fasten our seatbelts.
Hawk opens his laptop and begins typing. “Where’s the connection to the flatscreen? It’ll be easier if I can put this up where everyone can see it.”
Without being told, Matteo gets up and grabs a digital visual interface from a drawer under the table and hands it to Hawk. He sets it up and now we’re all staring at the blueprints on one side of the screen and live video feed on the other.
“How are we seeing this?” Caleb asks.
“Sadie is sharing her screen with me. She’s monitoring the building through their security cameras. Unfortunately, since she’s sharing screens with me, she’s not able to see multiple views at one time. Meaning we don’t know how many men are on site, because she can only view one camera at a time.”
“So, how will we get an accurate count?” Ethan asks.