Jobe: Alvarez Security Series (31 page)

“No thanks, Paulina. I’m going to leave in just a little bit anyway and since Jobe is going to be late, I’ll fix something when I get home.”

Nodding her head, Paulina walked over and awkwardly hugged Mackenna before leaving the room as the three others continued to talk for a while. Little John began yawning, giving his head a little shake.

“I don’t know what’s wrong. I never get sleepy this early,” he said.

Terrance laughed but stifled a yawn himself. He rubbed his eyes, trying to hold them open. He looked up at Mackenna, but the fuzzy image of her would not come into focus.

Just then her phone rang again and she saw that it was Jobe. Before he could speak, she rushed, “Terrance is here and he’s falling asleep. So is Little John. Something’s not right.”

“Put him on,” Jobe ordered.

Terrance reached for the phone but could not hold it himself, so she held it up for him and put it on speaker phone.

“Jobe, sumsin wron. Drug coff,” Terrance slurred before his head hit the table.

Mackenna watched in horror as the two men went from yawning to slumping over on the table. She jumped up, closest to Little John, shaking him as she called his name. No response.

“Girls!” she shrieked. “Help me!”

“Jobe, they’re unconscious! What do we do?” she screamed into the phone.

“Get outta the house,” Jobe growled. “We’re on it.” She heard him shout to Gabe to call Tony and to Vinny to get hold of Matt and Shane.

“Where do we go?” she asked, her heart thumping as fear threatened to choke her.

“Get out through the back. If you can find a building to get into, then go. If not, head toward the park.”

She immediately heard the pounding of feet as the women in the house ran down the stairs and into the kitchen. The others crowded in, desperate to help but not knowing what to do. Mackenna’s eyes darted around, quickly taking a count. “Where’s Paulina? She was just here making the coffee!”

“She’s not upstairs,” Jerika said. “She never came back up after being down here.”

Fear warred with anger as Mackenna realized that Paulina must have put something in the coffee. “Fuck!” she cursed. “Jobe? There is only so fast we can go. I’ve got a pregnant girl. And I think we were ratted out by Paulina Orchuro.”

“Got it, now go!” he ordered again.

Mackenna glanced around the room at the girls’ terrified faces then back down to the drugged men whose head still lay on the table.

“Oh, Jesus,” she cried. “Help me hide them and then we’ve got to get out of here!” The girls moved forward and within three minutes managed to drag the two unconscious men into her office. Then, stepping gently over the two men on the floor, she locked the door behind her.

Sprinting to the back door, she ordered, “Outside. We’re leaving.” The women ran out of the kitchen door and to the back gate. MacKenna quickly unlocked it and they dashed through. Once into the alley, the women all turned toward her.

“We’re heading to the park.” Just then the sounds of gunfire at the front of the center could be heard along with sirens that seemed too far away to assist the girls at the moment. Jerika and Yesenia grabbed each of Gabby’s arms and assisted her as they jogged down the street. Tina reached the corner first and waited for the others.

Making a quick decision, Mackenna said, “We’ll do better separated. Tina, run up to the street first because you’re faster. If you can hail a cab or get on a late bus, then do so and have them take you to the police station. Don’t worry about money. Tell them who you are and where you’re from.”

Tina nodded and with a flash of sympathy in her eyes, she took off to the right running as fast as she could. Makenna then turned to Gabby. “Honey, let’s face it. They’re after you and me.” Turning to Jerika and Yesinia, she said “Follow Tina. Run as fast as you can. If you find a business or person who will take you in until you can call the police, then do so, but stay together. I think there’s a bar about six blocks from here. If you run in screaming for the police, then no one’ll mess with you!”

Once again, with sympathy on their faces, the two women began running down the street, as they held hands.

“It’s you and me, girl,” Mackenna said. “Let’s go try to outsmart these fuckers.” Gabby gave a nod and the two women hurried across the street. Making their way into the dark park, illuminated by only the path lights, Mackenna diverted Gabby off the path and into the shadows. “We’ve got to stay hidden as much as possible,” she whispered.

After just a few minutes, Gabby stopped suddenly, bending over at the waist and moaning while clutching her stomach. With tear-filled eyes, she looked at Mackenna and gasped, “I can’t go, I can’t do it.”

Mackenna wanted to rail at the girl to keep going, but one glimpse at her tortured face and she knew they needed an alternate plan. Just then a huge, dark figure loomed over them, the light behind his body casting his features into shadow.

Just as Mackenna opened her mouth to scream, he pointed a gun right at her. The scream died in her throat as she moved protectively in front of Gabby. The pregnant woman dropped to her knees, a slight moan escaping her lips.

“Don’t, please don’t kill us,” Mackenna pleaded, knowing her words were falling on deaf ears.

The figure tucked the gun back into his pants and stepped quickly around her, kneeling over Gabby. “No intention of killing you,” he said, as he placed his hands on her stomach. He looked up at Mackenna, his face no longer in shadow, and she saw the handsome face of a large, Hispanic man, kindness in his eyes.

“You’re Alvarez’s. Jobe’s woman, right?”

She stood numbly at his words, staring down. Licking her lips, she said nothing.

“Name’s Tank for now,” he said. “I’m undercover. Worked with a couple of friends of yours. Shane and Matt.”

“Oh, my God,” she breathed as she dropped to the ground next to him as he checked out Gabby. “You…you’re here to help?”

“Yes, the police know I’m here and that some of the Sixers were planning on hitting your facility tonight. I’m supposed to be out with them, but followed you here.”

“Can you help her?”

“Yeah, I can stay with her and keep her safe. If I have to, I can even take her on my motorcycle that’s parked over there,” he said, nodding off to the left.

Mackenna thought for only a few seconds, before saying, “Do it. Get her out of here. I’m sure whoever is after us, is after her and you’ve got to get her safe.”

Tank looked down, his expression torn in indecision. “I can’t leave you here,” he growled.

“I’ll be okay,” she said, hoping it was true. “Get her to safety and I’m going to find a place to hide.” She stood quickly and then touched his shoulder. “Thank you. As soon as you can, tell Matt and Shane that the other three women headed down 42
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Street to find anyone who can help.”

“Will do,” he said, standing with one arm around Gabby, assisting her as well.

Mackenna saw regret in his eyes. Placing her hand on his arm, she offered a small smile of gratitude. “Thank you. For…everything.” With that, she turned and started to head toward a small grove of trees.

Tank called back softly. He left Gabby and hustled over to Mackenna, pulling out his weapon as he approached. Turning it backward, he handed it to her. “Can you use this?”

Nodding, she stepped forward, taking the gun out of his hands. “Yeah, I think so.”

He gave her quick instructions and then smiled. “It’s not a baseball bat, but it’ll do.” With that, he rushed back over to Gabby and picked her pregnant form up effortlessly in his arms and jogged off to where his motorcycle was parked.

Mackenna stood momentarily in the shadow of a large tree, the eerie stillness of the night punctuated only by the sounds of far-off sirens and voices that were not too far away. And the rumble of thunder. Her heart pounded, as she ran between the trees, hoping for a place to hide until Jobe could get to her.

Alone. Utterly alone.
That thought was broken by her hand gently rubbing her still flat stomach.
No, not alone, little one.
Vowing to protect her baby, she ran into the copse.

J
obe bounded out
of the van into the underground garage of Alvarez Security, closely followed by Gabe and Vinny. Tony and Doug were waiting for him as he ran over to suit up. The Kevlar vests were quickly donned, their weapons were already secured in the SUVs.

“Matt and Shane are on their way, that’s why I had you continue here to get your equipment.”

Matt had called Tony as soon as the alert came to them that the New Beginnings Center was being invaded. Since Jobe, Gabe, and Vinny were almost back from the new location’s job, Tony informed them and ordered them in.

“Gabe, ride with Doug. Check the center first. I know EMTs were on their way, but I want Terrance checked out by you. Vinny, you’re our best marksman. You go with Jobe and me heading to the back of the center. Let’s roll,” Tony barked.

The men quickly headed out, Jobe’s heart pounding with fear. Trapped in a nightmare ever since Mackenna called him, he tried to focus on the mission of getting her out safely, but could not gain control. Attempting to steady his breathing, he fell short of that goal, feeling his vest choking him.

Leaning over, he placed his head in his hands, trying to force the discipline that years in the military honed. But his mind was filled with her.
Her eyes when she laughed. Or filled with tears. The silly noises she would make when telling a joke. Or the warmth when looking at her mom…or him.
Licking his lips, he allowed visions of her to consume him.
To hell with control. This was about his life. This was about her.

They drove by the center, now filled with police, and saw Gabe and Doug entering the building that had been secured by the gang task force. Within a minute, Gabe came over the radio, informing them all that Terrance and Little John were alive.

Matt radioed that three of the girls had been rescued and he and Shane were near the park, in pursuit of suspects. Jerika, Tina, and Jenita had been found after running into an open bar yelling for the police. The patrons had immediately assisted them and they were now picked up by other detectives.

All of the news was positive, but Jobe felt none of it. So far nothing had come in about Mackenna. Tony jerked the SUV to a stop at one of the side streets bordering the city’s one hundred acre park. Grabbing their weapons and night vision goggles, the men exited in haste, running toward Shane and Matt.

“What’ve you got?” Jobe barked.

“One of our undercover detectives, who’d infiltrated the Sixers, found Mackenna and Gabby. Gabby may have gone into labor, so he took her and made it to the hospital.”

“So he just fuckin’ left Mackenna on her own out here?”

Shane nodded and said, “He had to make a call, man. Chances are the Sixers are after Gabby and he could only take one on his bike. He called it in, said Mackenna ran off towards the woods. He gave her his gun, though.”

“Oh, Jesus, you’ve got to be fuckin’ kidding me! She’s got no goddamn idea how to fire a gun. Jesus, she’d be safer with a bat!”

Vinny stepped up, putting his hand on Jobe’s shoulder, passing his strength to his friend. Shane nodded toward their night vision goggles and said, “With those, you’re going to be a step ahead of us.”

Tony reached into his bag and pulled out two more, tossing them to the two detectives. They had just started across the path when Jobe’s cell phone indicated a text.
Tnis crts

“Are there tennis courts near here?” he asked, showing the others his phone.

“About two hundred yards straight through the middle. But how do you know that’s her? It could be someone who has her phone.”

Fuck,
he thought. Then his phone vibrated again.
Soldr boy

A wave of relief almost dropped him to his knees as he saw her comment. “It’s her. Only she calls me this.”

Nodding, the men ran silently through the woods toward the tennis courts. Jobe noted the terrain was a million times easier than the rough treks through Afghanistan and, yet, he would trade anything to be on a mission that did not involve Mackenna.
Stay safe baby. Stay alive.

*

The black, starless
night made running arduous for Mackenna. The rain had begun again, quickly soaking her, and she pushed her long hair away from her face as she moved out of the grove of trees and found herself near the tennis courts. She pulled out her phone, sending a quick text to Jobe, knowing he’d be looking for her. After texting with wet, cold fingers that she was at the tennis courts, she sent a secret message so that he would know it was her.

Looking beyond the courts, she could make out a walkway bridge nearby, so she headed toward it looking for a dry place to rest. Her foot caught on a limb in the path and she tripped falling flat on the ground. Looking down, she could see a tennis racket at her feet, long discarded with its strings broken.

With the rain slowing down, she struggled to her feet in the slippery mud, holding onto the racket to give her leverage to rise.