Chapter 11

CHAPTER 11

CORD

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“Isee you left us a little present, next time the girl won’t be so lucky.” Lo had the speaker on so I heard that fuck loud and clear. “Cord…” I held my hand up to stop him from saying anything else. My temper was up a few notches and there was no outlet. That’s a dangerous fucking thing.

“You have the trace on?” He nodded yes and followed as I headed for the commander’s place. “Let’s see who our caller is.” The fucking call hadn’t been long enough, no trace and the voice didn’t sound familiar.

“I’m taking point on this one Lo, I’m not gonna argue with you about it.” My phone rang this time before all hell could break loose. “Yeah.” Lo was still giving me the look that meant this wasn’t over but for once I was willing to bear his wrath.

“This is Susie and Davie’s mother, where are my children, what happened to them?” I barely bit back the words of anger that burned a hole in my tongue. “They’re here, with me.”

“Why, I thought I made it clear that I wanted them home with me.”

“Really, where were you when your daughter was almost strangled in her fucking bed? You wanted them home but couldn’t even spare one night of your busy fucking life?” The others moved forward, each man ready to cut me off, but the shit needed to be said.

“Give me the phone brother.” My hands shook in anger as Con took the phone out of my hand. I walked away because I had no interest in anything she had to say. Con got off the phone a few minutes later with a heavy sigh. “Cord…”

“She’s not going back there.”

“For fuck sake Cord they’re her kids.”

“I really don’t give a fuck Lo, and the first one to get in my way on this is gonna land on their ass.”

“Okay-okay, let’s throttle back everyone and remember we’re all on the same team.” Zak stepped in between us.

“I know you’re not gonna let her go back and she’s of age but what about the boy? He’s still under his mother’s care.” Lo posed the question that I was sure we all already knew the answer to. He was the old man’s blood, no way any of us were gonna put him in danger.

“He stays.”

“And the mother?” He lifted his brow at me.

“She has a lot of explaining to do, but either way they’re not going back there.”

“I told her there was a situation but that the kids are okay and we’ll keep them here for now. I made it sound like a break-in. She’s naturally upset, and I offered to come get her and keep her here if she was afraid to stay in the house, but she said she has a place to go. She’s one strange woman. I thought for sure she’d put up more of a fight, but she just said to keep the kids safe and hung up the phone.” Cord shook his head as he passed the phone back to me.

We’d been trying for weeks to pin her down to get some answers but she kept evading us. We all knew the kind of man the CO was and there was no way he would’ve left his kids unprotected and unclaimed.

So far none of the notes we found had said much of anything about the situation, except for that one entry where he mentioned a suspicion that the two kids might be his. I wasn’t sure how that shit worked since they were a few years apart, and I’m thinking if she pulled it off once how in the fuck had she fooled the CO twice?

No one could come up with an explanation for that one, and we still haven’t told them that the man they knew and loved as a friend was actually their dad. We’re still waiting for the right time to make that play.

In all the time her kids have been coming over she never once set foot over here to see what kind of people we were and we’d seen her a total of two times. Granted Susie was of legal age, barely, but still. That shit gave me the impression that she was neglectful at best and I didn’t even want to think about the worse.

“If she cared she’d have been there tonight.”

“Cord, you can’t blame her for having a life.”

“I give a fuck about her life. I want some answers. I’m tired of feeling like a puppet on a fucking string, dancing to the beat of someone else’s drum. Since we settled here shit has been fucked up. Now this, this shit has crossed the fucking line once too often. I’m gonna do what I gotta do to keep her safe, no one is getting near her again, I’ll level this fuck first.”

I guess he knew I’d reached my limit because all I got was the ‘look’. My brothers and I have the utmost respect for one another, especially Lo. He led our Ops when we were deployed and never once led us wrong.

Since coming home for the last time things had stayed pretty much the same, why mess with a good thing right? But we each had our own minds and could face whatever came on our own if need be. We liked the familiar feel of our little group; it works for us. But I have no problem what-so-fucking-ever breaking rank for her.

“I know one thing, if what you’re thinking is right, and it’s really the women they’re after, then we’ve got to take them all out because they’ll never stop. Not if Khalil is running the show.”

“I’m with Dev on that. We’ve got four pregnant women and a baby to take care of. If our women are being targeted it doesn’t matter the reason. We know enough to move I say we move.” That’s the most sensible thing I’ve heard all night, trust it to be Con saying it. Ty hadn’t said much of anything still, and Zak and Quinn were still playing with their gadgets.

“Fine, but we still can’t go up against these fucks with our dicks in our hands. We need information and we can’t go through our usual channels because we don’t know who the fuck to trust except for the men in this room.” I should’ve known it wouldn’t take long for Logan to come around.

“Yeah, but now we have someone else that can get it for us and him we’ve all agreed we can trust.” Quinn waved his phone and we all knew whom he was talking about.

“Call him.” Lo gave the order and Quinn fired up the secure SAT phone. Mancini answered on the second ring. “Don’t you boys sleep? It’s like three in the morning over there.”

“You stateside?”

“Who wants to know?”

“Always the hardass, look we have a situation here. They went after Cord’s girl tonight. We got two names, supposed to be ex-cons but that’s looking kinda fishy.”

“You got prints, faces?”

“Both.”

“Send them through to this number I’ll call you back in five.” He rattled off a number and hung up.

“We wait.” I checked my watch. Three hours since this whole thing started. I wonder how my Gem is doing? Is she still scared? Shit, I didn’t tell her we were leaving the yard. I went to the window and looked up and over to my place.

Everything looked quiet over there so I guess she was okay. She’d know that I was trying to take care of shit, she’d understand. That didn’t make me feel any better about leaving her so soon after she’d had a scare.

The phone rang three minutes later. I grabbed it before anyone else could. “What you got?”

“Go to video.” I switched from audio and his face came on the screen. Who the fuck is dressed in formal wear at three in the fucking morning?

“You got this off the guys that came after your girl?”

“Yeah why?”

“And you’re sure these were the only prints on there?” I looked at Quinn for confirmation. “Yeah.”

“Oh shit. I was gonna put this off for another few days but it looks like I’m gonna have to make that trip sooner. I’ll be there in the morning, make that the next few hours since it’s already morning there.”

“Why what’s going on, who are they?”

“Special detail for the one you call the fuck up. He inherited them when he got voted out of sixteen hundred Pennsylvania.”

The room went dead quiet as we took it in. “What about the fake IDs, who are they?”

“They’ll be dead by now, I doubt they have anything to do with this. They were chosen because of who they were and because they were dispensable. You’re gonna need to call Masters and Summers in on this one. You boys gave them an assignment didn’t you?”

“How the fuck do you know that Mancini?” The fucker smirked, twisted fuck. “I know lots of things. Make the call, I’ll be there soon.” The screen went dark and he was gone.

“Well at least now we know who’s running things on this end. I wonder who made the first move, him or the Fox?”

“Does it matter Lo? A dirty fuck is a dirty fuck. What we need to decide is if we’re gonna kill this fucker or expose him.”

“Kill him, he’s not serving no fucking purpose, evil fuck.” Who didn’t know that that would be Ty’s answer?

“Tyler don’t you start. Cord you asked to take point on this one, what’s our next move?” That was Logan’s way of passing the torch. I’d asked for it, but I wasn’t sure that they’d all be on board for what I had in mind.

It’s one thing to destroy the enemy behind enemy lines, but we were talking about taking down an ex president, a state senator and a decorated general, and that was only the ones we knew of so far. I’m sure by the time we get to the bottom of this they will be even more high officials on the list.

“I want to find everyone involved and end them. I want the world to know what these men have done. But first, I want to find a way to get at their finances and use it to help out our brothers and sisters who don’t have a pot to piss in after sacrificing life and limb for their country.”

“Okay, we’re all tired now, and Cord you’ve been going back and forth to that window every minute for the last half hour. What say we come at this fresh in a couple hours? Mancini should be here by then. I’m not even gonna ask how that fuck knows where we live.”

We broke out and my brothers headed to my house to get their women. “It’s a given we don’t tell them about this. They’re gonna ask, but we play this shit down as best we can. No matter what, we shield them.” Lo said, as we got close.

“Agreed.” Each man agreed to keep things as they had been. Of course the women knew something was up. They’d been chased on the beach, one had been attacked and left damn near dead, and another had been kidnapped in the desert for the purpose of being raped by a madman. The only question was had they put it all together yet? Heaven help us when they do.