Married to the Mob Teaser

The sun had dipped below the horizon and the stars twinkled innocently above us. But, to the west, there was a gathering storm. Heat lightening flashed in the distance as we drove toward DeKalb. Jacob checked his phone. “We’re under a tornado watch, Jas,” he said.

“Great, just what we need. A real storm on top of this shit storm,” Jasper muttered darkly.

“It might work to our advantage,” Felix said. “Power’ll go out. We can go in. Undetected.”

“You coming with us, brother?” Jasper asked.

“Fuck, yeah. I would do anything for the Boss or his Little One,” Felix said, winking at me. “They saved me, in more ways than one.”

“But, your arm,” Alice chided.

“I can still shoot,” Felix argued. “And if I get sidelined permanently, it’ll be for a good cause, Miss Alice.” He blinked to me. “I’m staying with you, Little One.”

“I have to find him, Felix,” I whispered.

“You will, Bells,” Jacob said. “I’m with you, too.”

“That leaves the rest of us to surround the building,” Jasper said. He pressed a few buttons and the distinct ring of a cell phone filled the cabin of the car.

“Cullen,” barked Emmett.

“Jake and Felix are going with Bella. The rest of us are going to surround the building,” Jasper said. 

“Liam, you there?”

“Yeah,” he said.

“You have your sniper rifle?” Jasper asked.

“Never leave home without it,” he chuckled, his brogue deep. “I’ve scoped out the terrain. If you drop me off about a quarter mile from the farm house, I can get into position and shoot from the rise just to the south of the building. There’s an outcropping that’ll work perfectly. I looked it up on Google maps.”

“You got that, Em?” Jasper questioned.

“Yeah. Liam told me where to drop him off,” Emmett said. There was another ring over the line. “Hey, I’ve got another call coming. Unknown caller. I’m teleconferencing them in. Dad, you answer.”

There was a rustle and Carlisle answered. “Carlisle Cullen,” he replied.

“Mr. Cullen,” said the deep voice over the speaker. “My name is Collin and I used to work with Anthony Romani and my father, Brady. I defected to work with Stephan because the money was better.”

“Why are you calling us now, Collin?” Carlisle asked, his voice uncertain. “You’re risking your life.”

“I want to die, sir. I also want to do something right,” Collin sniffled. “I’ve done things that I’m ashamed of, things that I never wanted to do, but was forced to do in order to prove my loyalty. I’d rather not say because my time is limited. I’m due for a check-in with my superiors.”

“Talk fast,” Carlisle growled.

“I know where Edward is located,” Collin whispered brokenly. “He’s in a bad way. He’s been beaten badly and he’s been tortured.”

“Where?” Carlisle pressed.

“A farmhouse in the middle of DeKalb,” Collin sighed. “He’s being held in a storm cellar. At midnight, they’re planning on killing him. You need a key to get into the storm cellar.” There were some harsh movements over the line. “Shit … I’ve got to go.”

Garbled words filtered over the line. Collin’s fearful cries came next and then gunshots. The line went dead shortly after that. Alice took my hand, her eyes wide with fear. I quietly sobbed for the man who’d called us, who wished for death and promptly got it.

“Drive faster, Emmett,” Carlisle commanded. In front of us, the car sped ahead. Jasper pressed down on the gas and he followed suit, making our two-hour trip to DeKalb much faster. We dropped of Liam a quarter of a mile from the farm house and we drove in, lights off and arms ready. It was as black as pitch, with blowing wind and distant lightning. We parked down the road and made our way through the growing corn, preparing for battle.

“Edward, I’m coming,” I whispered. “I’m coming, baby.”