Free Saving Mia by Michelle Woods Page B

were almost always fighting. Except Annie had been trying to keep the peace between the two men. It worked for the most part, but Duck always found a way to do it when she wasn’t around. Tank never told on the old man, even though he always threatened to. Ratchet let out a soft snort of laughter, earning a glare from Tank. Bone gave the signal and he and Duck moved in. Tank stayed in position with his sniper rifle to watch their backs.
    It took them half an hour to wrap up the warehouse. They found the girl huddled in a back room on a dirty mattress. She’d been beaten. Badly. Her face was swollen. She couldn’t even see out of her left eye. Seeing the way she jerked away from even her brother when he approached her made Ratchet want to revive the ten men they’d killed so that he could torture the sons of bitches first. They deserved to die screaming in pain. Their deaths had been too easy.
    Tick was even a bit upset that he hadn’t planned to help until Bone had forced his hand. The man was damned glad he’d helped. If he’d refused and it had taken longer to find her, he’d have felt awful. Tick told Ratchet as they walked into Doc’s an hour later. They found Bone pacing in the room. Tank, Dog, and Pretty Boy were sitting in the chairs nearby watching. Marc was inside with his sister, and Doc. Rock was still at the warehouse where they’d held her with Log and Slim. They were cleaning out the weapons and Juice they’d found.
    Trick and Duck were leaning against the wall. Tiny had gone over to get Racheal. Doc thought that a woman who had been through something similar might help.
    “Has she spoken yet?” Ratchet asked Bone.
    “Fuck…no. Why didn’t that idiot tell us?” He growled. “Fuck.”
    Ratchet was a bit surprised. Bone didn’t use that cuss word much anymore unless he was really pissed off.  Molly hated it, and nearly everything Bone did was to make Molly happy. He must be livid. Not that he could blame the man. The Jackal’s and the Headhunters had been a pain in the ass in the last few months.
    They were all feeling the strain of their stupid little games. If the fuckers would only come at them straight instead of planting bombs and attacking cities that they held it would make them all happier. Those shitheads were fucking cowards though and that was why they pulled shit like this. Mark had been a dumb fuck for not coming to Bone when his sister was first kidnapped. All the man could say when they were getting his sister bundled into one of the Headhunters cars was that he’d been told they wouldn’t hurt her.
    He just kept repeating that like it was a lifeline. The man was likely beating himself up because he’d thought his sister was safe only to find out she’d been beaten, and likely raped. She’d been so dirty and small. Huddled in the corner flinching at any noise when they entered. It had broken Ratchets heart when he’d walked into that room. Fuck. He’d been the first one to find her. He’d entered the room and gone straight to her, but when he’d knelt down beside her to tell her everything was going to be okay she’d huddle further into that corner, trembling.
    He’d heard Pretty Boy enter behind him, and the explicit 'Fuck' that had come out of the man’s mouth had been an understatement. Pretty Boy had knelt beside her, his voice becoming softer than Ratchet had ever heard from the man. Then he’d looked up at Ratchet, and he couldn’t remember ever seeing the man so angry. He was usually very hard to anger; he was a pretty easy going guy. Only this had made him livid.
    He’d muttered. “Get her brother,” through gritted teeth. Ratchet had moved out of the room to find Mark.
    “This is so fucked up.” Pretty Boy thundered angrily, his fist slamming into the wall next to him.  
    “That about sums it up.” Dog who sat next to him grumbled.
    “Why do these stupid fucks keep attacking innocent people? Why the fuck can’t they man up and attack us head