Page 29 of Grease's Guide
No one argues. I have to sit and watch as my mom and all my aunts are led outside the safety of our home, and there is absolutely nothing I can do about it. I want to yell, to scream, to kill all these stupid people who are trying to take my family. My mom must see it in my face because she makes eye contact with me before she's yanked away.
“Take care of them. You have to protect all of them now, my sweet baby boy. Call and get Cutter help. Protect this home,” she says as the stupid tears roll down my face.
“Come on, bitch!” The fucker grabs her by the arm and yanks hard, making her stumble. They all chuckle, and that just makes me want to kill them more.
“Watch that bitch right there. She’s a deceiving little whore,” Vice tells the guys.
“This wee little thing here?” one of the fucker asks before sliding his hands down Mom's back and squeezing her ass. That mother fucker! I take a step forward, but stop when I hear Mom.
“I hope you got what you were looking for, big guy, because that's the last ass you’ll ever feel with that hand. I’ll be sure to saw it off later. You’ll have your own case on my trophy wall.”
“Ohh you will, will you? Then I might want to make it worth it.” He chuckles before grabbing her ass again and then moving up toward her top area.
No fucking way. I grab the knife and charge at him, not caring what happens to me. I get right next to him and slice the arm holding my mom. I hurry, trying to stab, but he twists just intime, and I only get a slice across his stomach. He growls and charges me. I feel a fist hit my face, and then I’m sliding across the floor.
“NO!!!! DON'T FUCKING TOUCH MY SON!” I hear my mom yell. I turn just in time to see her grab the gun from the guy beside her. She points at the one that hit me and fires. She hits him right between the eyes, and the minute his body hits the floor, the room erupts into chaos.
Mom is able to get a shot at Drift, catching him in the chest before the gun is pulled from her hand, and she is pistol-whipped over the head. She goes to the floor, and I try to scramble to catch her. I’m not close enough, though, and the men start grabbing for the struggling women and hauling them out the door.
Vice walks out behind all the women, and I’m still trying to get to them. He turns back and looks at Drift’s lifeless body before turning to look at me. He raises his gun, pointing it at my chest. I stop in my tracks.
“They’ve taken everything from me now. Drift was the only thing I had left. Now, I’m going to take someone important from her. Bet you're wishing those crazy fuckers never took your spoiled ass in, huh?” He gives me a sad smirk.
“Even if you kill me today, I would never regret coming here. I would never regret experiencing the unconditional love that my mom and dad have shown me. You’ve already fucked up. You can kill me or not. Either way, my dad, club's crazy ass Loki… he’s coming for you. He won't stop until he’s drained every drop of blood from your body. So shoot me, fucker, if you have the balls.” I know I shouldn't taunt him, but I’m so mad. How could he do this to us? He smirks again, and I can see it in his eyes.He wants to pull it. Maybe the little bit of humanity he has left in him is what's causing him to hesitate.
Either way, I don't realize that Uncle Cutter has come back to, and taken that moment to pick up his own gun and fire. I hear Vice yell, and then another shot rings out. He got him in the arm and in the thigh. Vice goes down in the doorway. He turns to look at the van outside holding the men who took our moms.
“Get me out of here! You have to help me!”
“Our deal here is done. Good luck, traitor.” I hear someone say before a door closes, and then the unmistakable sound of tires burning out.
“Fuck, Fuck, Fuck! Rome, I need you to tie that betraying mother fucker up! Get all the kids into the safe room, and don’t leave their side!” Uncle Cutter says, walking toward me as he rubs the back of his head. When he pulls his hand away, I notice a shit ton of blood.
“What are you going to do?” I ask, feeling lost, so lost. He sighs before replying.
“Call in the calvary.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
Grease
“Where the fuck are these guys?” Rodeo asks as we wait in the meetup spot.
“Something doesn't feel right. Feels like a set-up. I think we should head out,” Hitter says, looking at the field around us with accessing eyes.
“I agree. One of Ghost's team members swept the area before we got here, but I still don't feel right. It’s too quiet out here,” Swift says before sighing. “Alright, let's head out.”
Before we can start the bikes up, a black SUV heads down the dirt road. We wait until it passes by the front of our group. The window rolls down, but we all have our hands on our weapons.
“Don't be too hasty. No need for all the violence. I just came to deliver a message,” the slimy fucker in the back seat says, smiling.
“What's that?” Swift growls.
“Don't come into our house, our family, and our business… or we do the same.” With that statement and a wink, he rolls the window back up, and the vehicle takes off. We don't even get a chance to reply.
“What the fuck was that Cryptic shit?” Grim asks.
“I don't got a fucking clue.” Swift says, but he’s interrupted when his phone rings.