CHAPTER TWO
Pratt didn’t look to see who followed her. She was livid. Every time she thought her past had let her go, something happened to remind her it hadn’t.
Slamming her way out of the hospital, not paying attention to anyone around her, she nearly flattened her best friends when they cut her off. She glared at Diesel, York, and Raso as they surrounded her, stopping her from advancing to her vehicle.
“Get out of my way,” Pratt growled at the three women.
“No. Not until you tell us what you’re planning. We do this together, or you don’t do it at all, and we will call Dominick and Highlander if you force our hands,” Renee York warned Pratt, stepping up.
“No. I have to deal with this part on my own.” Pratt refused to look at the women she called teammates, friends, and family.
“Bullshit! You were the one spouting the line all for one and how we do everything together when one’s back is against the wall. You and your martyrdom shit are getting tiresome when it comes to your fucked up family. Dom’s not included in that bullshit, by the way. This shit also affects him, just as much as it does you. Knock your shit off and spill,” Diesel demanded, turning Pratt her way, getting into her face.
“I know! I know! Damn it!” Pratt screamed up into the air as she flung her arms out and tilted her head back to scream upwards.
“Ok. Let’s regroup. Cyrus. Talk to us about him,” Lindsey “Ice” Raso softened her tone as she stood beside her sister-in-law.
Pratt sighed deeply as she put her hands on her hips and looked down at the ground for several minutes. When she moved her head side to side as she cracked her neck from the tension, she looked at her three teammates one by one.
“I don’t know much. I know very little to be honest. He was a child that was born out of wedlock. Apparently, Dad has a couple of those with some of his flings. Shane was the first one we found out about. Cyrus was one of the most vocal ones about how he was a part of the family and demanded to be included. Hated Mom with a passion because she refused to allow him into her home and so forth.” Pratt rubbed her face with her hands.
“What did he mean by you getting rid of one of his obstacles?” York crossed her arms across her chest.
“I don’t know. I’m trying to figure that one out. Dad and Maria are still alive as far as I know. The only ones that bit the dust are Christina when we did the raid during Russell’s case and her whore of a daughter when I took her out in Tampa when we rescued Dakota. I have no freaking clue what he means by that unless he means that they are no longer in the country.” Pratt shrugged as she looked between the three friends.
“Is there a chance they could be back, and we don’t know it?” Diesel questioned, looking between the others.
“Yeah. I mean considering we didn’t know my own sperm donor and sister were part of one of the largest human trafficking rings in history, yeah, it could be possible,” Pratt replied, scratching her head trying to calm down.
“Red, I hate to say this, but we need to come up with a plan on this. You need to bring Dom in and let him know about Cyrus so he can help you out on this. Plus, as much as I hate the bitch, you need to talk to your incubator to get as much information about your father and Cyrus as possible.”
“I know. God, help me, I know. I really, really don’t want to talk to that bitch right now. Or ever, really,” Pratt grumbled as she turned around with her key fob in her hand.
Pratt hit the button to do the remote start on her vehicle. As she started to walk across the street to get to her vehicle, a loud boom sounded as fire exploded from her vehicle, knocking all four women on their backs.
As Pratt started to get up, squealing tires sounded on the street at the same time a door could be heard opening and feet pounding against the pavement. She heard her teammates screaming her name as shots rang out.
Shaking her head to clear the fog, she realized that it was her vehicle that had exploded in broad daylight and that someone was trying to kidnap her. She started struggling against the two men who were dragging her to the nearby waiting van.
Laura jerked her arm out of the one man’s hold, then elbowed him in the face as she used her foot to stomp down on the lower part of the leg of the other man who was dragging her. Once both men released her and went down, she reached for her weapon and started shooting at the others who were firing at her teammates.
Crouching down between several cars and exchanging shots with those coming out of the van, she didn’t see another van pull up. Taking out the two men who were advancing on Raso and York, she felt a weapon press against the back of her head.
“Fire one more shot and I’ll take your dead fucking body back to the boss. It’ll be worth the ass kicking if I do.”
Laura put her hands up as if she was going to surrender as she stood up. She had planned on turning and going hands on with the jerk, but he was waiting for her. As she turned around, he punched her hard, turning her world dark.