CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

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                                 -•NATHAN•-

I'd never seen this facility before. Was it even a facility? It more closely resembled an array of garages. Whatever it was, it was disheveled and in worse shape than the Tyrant's facility.

I didn't warn my father about the situation. He would go ballistic on my sister. It wasn't her fault, she wasn't responsible. I was. I was her older brother, I was supposed to make sure that things like this didn't happen.

I've been busy.

Busy kissing Presley.

It was still daylight, I had time to rescue them.

Haley was secured in my Jeep while Kyle, Red, me and five other members of the gang dispersed across the place where Ally and Alvin were located. A small party of Creeds would do nicely, too much would seem conspicuous to my father.

There was no sound coming from inside. Red locked eyes with me.

"What do we do?," his voice was hushed.

I looked to Kyle, then to each member of my team. They all looked wary.

Not good.

This was unfamiliar territory, this was land that we didn't know. There was nothing to guide us. What if these people weren't even in a gang? A nagging voice in my mind wanted to blame the K Blades, but there was no proof.

"Take three guys and cover the left side of the perimeter," I ordered Kyle. He nodded once and cocked his gun. "Shoot anything that moves."

"Already ahead of you," he said, then nodded to three of my guys to lead them down the left side.

I turned to Red and one of the more shorter members of the gang. His name was Marcus, he didn't talk much, but he had wicked aim.

"Let's go," I said, keeping my voice low. "Anything can happen, keep your head up."

They nodded.

I lead them down the right side of the perimeter, straining my hearing for any indication of sound. No one was stationed outside the doors, weird.

If this was really a gang, they'd have this whole area guarded.

"Wait," Marcus said. Red and I turned to him. "I think I hear something."

It sounded like faint voices. We neared the spot where the sound came from. There was a dirt stained door that lead inside. I carefully turned the knob, it was locked.

"We can't shoot it," Red said, shaking his head. "It'll make too much noise."

He was right.

"I got it," Marcus said quietly. He pulled out what looked like a needle. It glinted in the sunlight.

Red fixed him me with a bewildered gaze. I shrugged, hand still on my gun.

I guess no one, not even me, was fully aware of Marcus's abilities.

Marcus crouched down in front of the door knob and stuck the needle through the keyhole. He twisted and twisted.

Red whispered. "I thought you had to have two of those to pick a lock," he spoke to the back of Marcus's head.

There was a satisfactory 'click' and Marcus turned back to Red. "Not me, I only need one," he grinned.

There was time for praise later, but not now.

"Follow my lead," I kept my voice quiet. Marcus and Red held their guns ready. I crept past the door with light feet. I surveyed every corner of the dark room with my gun held firmly in front of me.

"Oh shit," Red said. He wasn't being mindful of his tone.

I turned to where he was looking, and in the dark room, I saw Alvin. He was slumped in a chair with his hands tied behind his back. He wasn't conscious. We bolted to him. Red untied his hands and I observed his form. Marcus guarded the door. Alvin had a cut on his lip, but he didn't seem too injured anywhere else.

Under my fingers, there was a pulse alive under his ear. I shook him slightly, then I resulted in smacking his face.

I should've brought Presley, he'd know what to do.

"Al," Red said. "Wake the fuck up," he was urgent.

Red pulled out a tin flask from underneath his jacket and looked at me.

"Is that your alcohol stash?," I asked incredulously.

He unscrewed the top and nodded. "This'll wake him up," he assured, then he splashed it on Alvin's face.

Presley would have a seizure if he saw our tactics for handling unconscious people.

Alvin started to stir. Red grinned at me. "Alcohol is always the answer," he whispered. I rolled my eyes.

"Hey," I patted Alvin's check. "It's us."

Alvin opened his eyes slowly, he was disoriented for a moment, then he widened his eyes. He fell backwards in the chair.

"Shit, Alvin, it's us," Red said. "What the fuck happened to you?"

Alvin groaned and sat up. "Red? Nate?," he looked like he just found out he won the lottery. Alvin looked towards the door, "Is that Marcus?"

Marcus waved.

"How did you guys find me?," Alvin asked, getting up from the ground. He looked around warily. "Where the hell are those people? Where's Haley?"

"Haley's fine, she's in the car, but where's Ally?," I asked. "Kyles searching the other side of the building."

Alvin looked troubled. "Oh shit," he looked around the room, scanning the floor. "They had us right here," he said, pointing at the spot where he stood. "Both of us. I don't know where she went. We have to find her, Nate."

"Are you good to walk? Or are you going to pass out again?," I asked.

Alvin scoffed and waved me off. "I'm fine, give me a gun, let's go find her."

I reached behind my jacket and retrieved a pistol that I tossed to Alvin. He caught it. I led the way out of the dark little room, we were outside once again.

Alvin let out a relived breath. I knew he didn't want to admit it, but he was scared. He was scared that he was going to die there in that little room. He joined my gang to feel more empowered because he was tired of being defenseless, but in that room, he was powerless. That's what he was afraid of.

There was a second door. It had rusty hinges and a messy paint job. I tried the knob, I wasn't surprised that it didn't budge. I turned to Marcus. He pulled out that shiny needle again and worked his magic. Once he was done, he stepped aside for me to open the door.

I held my gun out in front of me and swung the door wide. Bile arose up in my throat. It was Ally, she was there, on the cold stone floor. She appeared to be breathing, but she was half dressed. Her clothes were no where to be found, she was only in her undergarments.

"What the fuck?," Red breathed.

I tore off my jacket and immediately went to cover her.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. This could have been my sister.

"Don't wake her," I commanded. "She doesn't need to be embarrassed."

Red and Alvin took off their jackets and covered her legs. They nodded in agreement. Alvin couldn't look at her. The silence in the air was thick. Marcus looked horrified.

There was a question that no one wanted to voice.

Was she raped?

"Call Kyle," I told Red. "Tell him to retreat."

I hauled Ally up like a groom would carry a bride. Except this wasn't a wedding. I made sure only her face was exposed and I carried her as fast as I could to my Jeep. Alvin opened the Jeep door, and I placed Ally carefully into the back seat. Haley cried out when she saw her.

"Is she...," she sobbed. "Is she o-okay?," my sister was breathing erratically. I wanted to comfort her, but this was enemy territory, no one was safe. We needed to get out of here, fast. 

"Keep quiet, Hales," I said quietly. "Make sure she's not cold."

I shut the door and sought out Kyle. He was already sprinting towards the Jeep.

"Let me see her," he ordered. I had never seen him like this, uncontrolled. 

"Ky, you can see her at base," I responded, my hand in front of me. "We need to get the fuck out of here."

He clenched his fists and nodded. He hopped into the black challenger behind the Jeep and revved the engine. I climbed into the Jeep, so did Alvin and Red. Marcus went with Kyle.

I sped out of the parking spot with Haley sobbing into Ally's golden hair. Red sat next to me in the passengers seat, he didn't say a word. Alvin held my sister's hand. He told her everything was going to be okay.

Someone set my gang up. Someone wanted to scare us. They wanted to prove that we aren't invincible. But who?


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