Under Siege [Eternal Flames 10]

CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 2

God, he needed a vacation, Wade thought as he sat behind his desk at the shop and rubbed the back of his neck trying to relieve some of the tension. He rarely went out on missions anymore, but when Rory got the mayday call from Bull, he knew he needed to get to his men. He wanted to at least call Justice and let him know what was going on, but there was no time. This was exactly what he had warned the council about when they asked him to join them.

His guys were his brothers. They had been to hell and back together and they came first, just like Rory. When he had heard that the guys had located the Senator, but had been ambushed, Wade saw red. Bull had sent a coded message back to Rory that the intel they had been given was false and they were now trapped in a hovel in an old abandoned town in Guyana with somewhere in the vicinity of a hundred or more armed men surrounding them.

Their contact led them to the old cantina and showed them where the Senator was being held, but once Snake, Six, and Shadow had gone in, the bastard had closed the door and locked them inside. The only saving grace was the guy had no idea about Bull. He placed himself across the street and down a few buildings where he had perfect vision of what was going on. From there, he could also see through the large front window and witnessed what the asshole had done. Once the man stepped out of the shop he made a call on his cell, and thanks to Rory’s careful planning before they even went on this mission, he had already broken into the guy’s phone. So one quick message from Bull and Rory immediately connected to the phone, got the number the guy had called, and listened to the conversation.

He called Khan Bharrat, the biggest drug lord in Guyana and the man who had taken the Senator.

Khan ordered their informant, Shaheed, to take up position across the street and wait for his arrival. He and his men were coming back from a meeting in Brazil and would be there in about twelve hours. That was cutting it close for them. Shaheed was then ordered to contact him every hour to make sure everything was still going as planned.

Rory quickly got him a ride on a helicopter that would pick him up behind the Crystal High School outside of town and bring him to the airport, where Rory had booked him a private jet to Guyana. One, he couldn’t risk commercial flights, and two, he could bring all the firepower he needed.

Once they made their escape, Flyer had taken them to the appointed airfield fifty miles north of where they had been where Wade had left the private jet on standby for their return. After loading everyone on board, he and Shadow started checking wounds. The Senator was in bad shape, but he was still alive. Snake had ended up with a bullet in his left shoulder, but Bull had suffered the most.

The first shot lodged in his back and an inch below the shoulder blade, but the second shot had hit him in the lung. Wade ordered the pilot to take them to Punta Coca, which is about 217 miles west of Panama City where there is a naval base. Bull, Snake, and the Senator could get

whatever medical treatment they needed there. They only had to make sure they stayed alive until they reached their destination.

Bull had surgery to remove the bullets and repair his lung, but it had taken hours, then he couldn’t be moved for almost a week. Once he was released, Rory had booked them all on separate flights out to different locations around the world, then connecting flights back to the states. Shadow had been the first home in Pueblo, Colorado, then Six and Snake arrived within two hours of each other where they lived in Alamosa. Flyer returned to his home in Trinidad, Colorado the following day. He made sure Bull was safely tucked away in his hacienda in Red Mesa, Arizona before coming home himself.

Once he arrived, he spent two days on the phone with their government contact screaming at the man for putting his men in that kind of danger. Someone had to be working on the inside and was trying to have them killed. Wade was starting to get the feeling that the whole Senator kidnapping was just a bonus and the he and his men were the real targets, but he had no proof.

After that, he spent the next day on the phone with his guys. They would be coming to Crystal in a few days so they all could sit down and meet to discuss the mission and their futures.

Now that he was home and rested, he needed a little normalcy in his life and coming into the shop to work on the custom bike he was building for a client was just what the doctor ordered.

Because of what happened he was a few days behind for his deadline, but thankfully he was almost done when he had to leave. At this point he was just waiting for the fuel tank to come back from the painter and he needed to assemble everything. He could have it done in two or three days.

Wade pushed back from his desk and stood, then slipped on a pair of coveralls to his waist and tied the sleeves around his hips. He pulled off the tee he wore, but kept on the black wife-beater he had underneath. Stepping out of his office, his mind began to wander back to his mate, as it seemed to do a lot. He knew he needed to face the man eventually, but right now he needed to get the bike done and meet with his men. After that, he would hunt down the gorgeous king.

* * * *

“Sunny,” Timmy said from behind him, causing Suneth to flinch and almost take a header off the building, before he caught himself.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you,” Timmy said and sat on the ledge beside him.

Suneth rolled his eyes and quickly shifted to his human form, then sighed heavily. “Timmy, what are you doing here?”

“I’m worried about you. You haven’t left this spot for days. You haven’t eaten or slept, and,”―Timmy leaned in and sniffed him―“and you really need a shower. I know you’re

waiting for your mate, but do you really want to talk to him for the first time in weeks stinking

like the ass end of a skunk? I would know that that’s not a good thing too. Yorkie got me a skunk a few days ago and all I wanted to do was give him a bath because he was really stinky. Well, he didn’t like that and he sprayed me. Took me six baths to get that smell out of my hair and then I smelled like tomato soup.”

He couldn’t help it, he had to chuckle. Leave it up to Timmy to not only have something go wrong, but to lift his spirits as well.

“So, how long are you going to wait here?” Timmy asked.

Suneth turned his attention to Timmy, taking his eyes off Wade’s shop for the first time in five days. It killed him to see the worry in Timmy’s eyes and know that he was the one causing it, but he just couldn’t leave. “Not until I finally get to talk to the man,” Suneth replied and turned back to face the shop.

“I understand that. I almost died when I turned my wonderful Yorkie into that statue and couldn’t talk to him, but if you’re tired and hungry, aren’t you going to be grumpy when you talk to your mate? Won’t that make things not good and maybe bad? I know when Ollie gets hungry and grumpy, he takes things that people say the wrong way, and maybe you will too.”

Suneth remained silent. He couldn’t leave without talking to his mate and finding out where he stood. Where they stood.

“Plus, if your mate does come back now, you’ll have to go over there naked and I don’t know if you want to do that and still be able to talk. I know I love when I am naked with my Yorkie, but when that happens there is not much talking that happens,” Timmy said seriously and nodded his head to emphasize his words.

Suneth had turned back to face Timmy when he said naked and now was trying very hard not to laugh in the little sweetie’s face from the serious look he was giving. But Suneth had to concede.

Timmy was a lot smarter than most people gave him credit for and he made some very good points. He needed some sleep, food, and a shower, but not necessarily in that order, before he talked to his mate. Whenever that would be. “You're absolutely right, Timmy, and thank you. I’ll fly home and meet you there. And after I eat something, I’ll come over and see your new pet.”

Timmy’s eyes lit up like Christmas morning. “Really? That would be great, Sunny. You can also meet the funny fainting goats Yorkie got me,” Timmy declared in excitement as he stood.

Suneth couldn’t hold it in this time and laughed as he nodded at Timmy. His littlest gargoyle had his big dragon mate wrapped around his little finger, and York was loving every minute of it. He spoiled Timmy every chance he got and was turning their ranch into a wayward home for

animals, just to make Timmy happy. He couldn’t blame the man though, it was ingrained in them to focus on their mate’s happiness. A pang of jealousy gripped his stomach, but Suneth quickly pushed it aside. Timmy deserved every happiness he could get. He only wondered if he and his mate would ever get to that point. Suneth stood, then shifted, and flew off the ledge and headed home.