Trusting Nicole (The Last Hangman MC #4)(57)

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Sergei asks me.

“Look buddy, my boyfriend has been taken by f*cking *s who think they can barge into our city, wreak havoc, kidnap my man and get away with it? I’m not going to let them f*cking hurt Jase more than they already have. Yes, I’m sure I want to do this. If the Disciples want me so f*cking badly then they can have me. You better f*cking hope that your plan is spot on because if it isn’t and I get out alive, I’m putting a bullet between your eyes for what you did to me and Jase. You might be helping to save him now, but you’re one horrible man.” I claim and walk out of the room and up the stairs, not waiting for them to respond.

A few seconds later I hear footsteps behind me. “You’ve got balls, zolotse. I like that in a woman. That’s what Jase needs.”

“Glad you think so but what Jase needs right now is for you to move your ass and to explain this plan of yours so we can save him before it’s too late.” I sigh, frustrated that he’s making us lose precious time.

He chuckles. “You’re something, zolotse.”

“What the f*ck does that mean anyway?”

“Hmm how do you say? Literally it means piece of gold or gold nugget. It’s the equivalent to darling.”

“Okaaaaay?” I look at him, no doubt confused.

“You are precious to me because you are precious to Jase.”

“You’re one weird man. And seriously, how could you make me work as an escort for you when you knew Jase has feelings for me?” I glare at him.

“Loves you, he loves you. I was just keeping you close, it was the only way I could keep you safe without it looking suspicious.”

“Right.” I sigh. “The plan?”

“We need the Last Hangman for that. Where are they?”

“I don’t know but I can call them to see where they are staying.” I look for my phone in my pockets, but it’s not there. I hold my hand out to the mystery man, but he doesn’t move. “A knee to the balls if it’s not in my hands in five seconds.”

“Why aren’t you scared of us?” he asks while studying me.

“Because you need me and because you damn well know that if anything were to happen to me, you’d have three motorcycle clubs and Jason after your ass.” I shrug and wiggle my fingers.

He places my phone in my hand and mutters. “Weirdo.”

“Everybody keeps telling me that but compared to all of you, I’m the f*cking normal one.” I say as I dial Gabe’s number.

“Nicole, where the f*ck are you? Are you okay? Who got you?”

“I’m fine, where are you?” I ask calmly.

“Answer my f*cking questions, Nicole!” Gabe yells.

“Russians, I’m fine, heading your way but I don’t know where that is so f*cking tell me now. They know where Jase is and have a plan so f*cking hurry up, he’s been gone for too long already,” I say, my patience running thin.

“We are just outside of New Orleans in an abandoned warehouse that used to belong to the Kings.” He chuckles and gives me the exact location.

“And I’m the weirdo.” I shake my head.

“What do you mean?”

“Nothing, be there in,” I look at Sergei and he mouths twenty minutes. “In twenty.” I hang up and we all immediately head out of the mansion and into black SUVs that are parked in front of the house. I get an odd sense of déjà vu.

“Are you alright, zolotse?” Sergei asks looking at me.

“Yeah, déjà vu.” I sigh as I get into the leading SUV with Sergei. “Wait, you were supposed to protect me a couple weeks ago. How in the hell did the Kings manage to grab me away without you stepping in like you should have?” I raise my eyebrow at him.

“They killed the men I had following you. I’m sorry, zolotse. I never wanted you to get hurt.” He squeezes my hand.

“Sorry about your men.” I sigh and look out the window. Hold on Jase.

Twenty minutes later we park in front of a massive warehouse. I’m barely out of the SUV when Gabe rushes to me and punches mystery man. I’m not sure if he knows he’s the one who took me, but I think he just needed to release his rage.

“Don’t hurt my men, Gabriel,” Sergei instructs my brother.

“Who the f*ck are you and why in the f*cking hell did you take my sister?” Gabe bellows, getting in Sergei’s face.

“How about we go inside and talk about everything calmly and rationally? We don’t have much time.” I try to reason. “Fine.” Gabe wraps his arm around me and walks me inside. “You okay?”

“Yes, I’m okay. Just worried about Jase.” I sigh and rest my head against his shoulder.

“He’ll be okay. We’ll make sure of that.” He kisses my head.

“What if he’s al-”

“Don’t you dare think like that, he’s not dead, he better not be or I’m bringing him back and killing him again for hurting you.”

I chuckle softly. “And I’m the weirdo.” I shake my head.

“Why do you keep saying that?”

“Because everybody calls me a weirdo.” I shrug.

“Why?”

“Maybe because I started to yell at these Russian weirdos.” I grin innocently.