Hagen, Lynn - Hawk's Pretty Baby [Brac Pack 2] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) (11 page)

“Thank you, baby. It’s…pretty.”

“I bought you one, too, stud. Johnny picked it out.” Cecil handed Maverick a pink wallet with a unicorn on it.

Hungry grumbles led them to the food court and Chinese food. They sat and talked while eating, Johnny babbling on about the damn pink wallets.

Whispering that he had to tinkle, Johnny grabbed Cecil’s hand after Hawk and Maverick insisted the two go together, dragging the other mate along with him.

Chapter Nine

“So, what are you going to put in your wallet?” Hawk snickered. He about fell over when his mate handed him that pink thing. There was no way he would refuse Johnny, but pink? What the hell was up with that color?

“Fuck you, Hawk. Same as you’re gonna put in yours.”

“Well, at least mine doesn’t have a unicorn on it.” Hawk fell over laughing, tears running down his cheeks.

“Again. Fuck you.” Maverick started chuckling. Shit was too bizarre.

“Excuse me, are these seats taken?”

The men looked up to see two buxom blondes standing at the edge of the table with their food trays. They had red lipstick on, and their boobs half hung out of their shirts. Their jeans were skintight, and one of them even had low rider jeans on to show off a racy red thong.

“Sorry, ladies. I’m afraid they are.” Hawk gently turned them down. Just because he wasn’t interested in the opposite sex, he wasn’t a prick.

“That’s too bad. You guys wouldn’t be interested in a little playtime with us and your ladies would you?” The one with the red thong set her tray down and was smashing her boobs in Hawk’s face. He heard a gasp and pushed the female away. Johnny stood there, looking devastated. He took off across the food court and around a corner. Hawk jumped up after him with Cecil and Maverick behind him. Hawk shot around the corner, but Johnny was nowhere in sight.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. This couldn’t be happening.

“Cecil and I will go around the other way. Maybe we can cut him off.” Maverick and his mate turned and ran the opposite way. Ten minutes later Hawk ran into them. No Johnny.

* * * *

“Well, well, well. My little brother is finally out to play.” Sean snatched Johnny by the arm and hauled him out of the mall, pushing him into his car, and then he took off.

Sean was driving like a maniac. Johnny quickly buckled his seat belt, too terrified to speak. He didn’t want to be with Sean. He wanted to go home, Hawk’s home.

“Your boyfriend isn’t around to save you now, you little retard.” Sean reached over and smacked Johnny in the face. “When I say I want you home, that means come home. Why did your dumb ass go to the hospital anyway?”

Johnny whimpered but didn’t answer him. He had to think of a way to get free. How would Hawk find him? How would he find Hawk? Johnny felt himself panicking but calmed himself. He had to think clearly. Hawk would want him to calm down and think. Sean drove down one side street after another. Johnny tried to remember them all, but there were just too many.

Finally, after what felt like hours, Sean turned off the main road and down a dirt road. He drove a little further as he pulled the car behind a cabin. Johnny was shaking so bad his teeth rattled.

“Get the fuck out, and don’t start that crying shit.” Sean grabbed his arm once Johnny was free of the car, shoving him through the back door so hard that he fell to the floor. “Damn retard. Get up.” The brute kicked Johnny, yelling for him to get off of the floor.

Johnny slowly got to his feet. He backed away but not soon enough, Sean punched him so hard in the belly that Johnny fell back over, vomiting.

“I swear you’re too stupid to live. Mom should have drowned you as a baby.” Sean walked away to grab some towels, throwing them at Johnny while yelling at him to clean the shit up.

Johnny was sobbing on his hands and knees as he wiped his stomach contents up. His belly hurt really bad. Escape was the only way to get away from Sean and his abuse. Sean’s cell phone was sitting on the counter. Johnny peeked over at his brother then back down at the floor. If he could get the cell phone, he could call 911. He had to be really careful.

Johnny took the towels to the trash can and dumped them in, pulling the trash bag out. He tied it and headed for the back door.

“Oh no, you don’t.” Sean grabbed his arm, taking the bag and dropping it by the door. “I’ll take that out later. Your retarded ass will try to run, and then I’ll really have to teach you a lesson. Besides, I have something really special planned for you.”

Johnny backed away, bumping into the counter. He spun around like he was avoiding Sean hitting him while swiping the cell phone and dropping to the floor in a ball.

“I didn’t even raise my hand, so get your scary ass up.” Johnny kept his hand behind his back as Sean grabbed him from the floor. As Sean dragged him to a back room, Johnny held the phone down at his side and dialed the emergency number, slipping the slim phone into his pants pocket.

Sean opened a bedroom door as Johnny clawed at him to get away. Sean punched him again. This time Johnny used his brain.

“Please, Sean. Don’t beat me. I promise to be good. Just don’t beat me anymore.” Johnny yelled it, making sure he was loud enough for the phone.

“Shut the fuck up, asshole,” Sean yelled in his face. Johnny’s hands were bound with some rough feeling rope. It hurt his wrists. Sean pulled him up and slid his bound hands over a hook that was dangling from the ceiling. Johnny’s toes just barely touched the floor.

Sean took his shirt off and rolled his shoulders back, cracked his knuckles, and swung a punch into Johnny’s side.

Johnny cried out, swinging from the hook.

“I’ll teach your ass to fucking run away.”

* * * *

Hawk was going crazy. Where could Johnny have gone? He searched the entire mall for his mate, knocking displays over and pretty much tearing the place apart. No Johnny. Maverick had called all Sentries in. They were searching the surrounding area as well.

Still nothing.

“We’ll find him. Don’t give up hope. He’s smart, Hawk.” Kota was trying to reassure a man who couldn’t be reassured. Hawk would never stop searching for Johnny. He had promised his mate to keep him safe, and now he was lost. What the fuck was he going to do? Pulling the pink wallet out of his back pocket, Hawk crushed it in his hand, giving him a sliver of comfort to have something that reminded him of his mate.

Hawk saw a teenager standing away from the rest of the crowd who was watching them. Hawk watched him for a moment, noticing him constantly rubbing his arm. The teenager tilted his head in a gesture for Hawk to come over to him. Hawk walked over hesitantly. He waited for the kid to say something.

“I saw what happened to the little guy.” The teenager looked around as if someone may be watching him. It made Hawk look around as well.

“Tell me what you saw.” Hawk didn’t have time for games. If this kid was lying, Hawk would lose his damn temper.

“It’ll cost you.”

“What the fuck do you mean ‘cost me?’” Hawk took a menacing step forward, fisting the kid’s shirt, but the kid didn’t back away.

“I need a few bucks, say…fifty.”

“How do I know you saw anything?” Hawk didn’t know why, but something told him to play it cool. There was something about this guy.

“Little guy, about five four. Skinny as hell with long, curly blond hair and a pink coat? Sound familiar?” The guy swiped his hands up and down his arms again.

Hawk watched him. He had seen that movement before but couldn’t put his finger on it. His brain was too frazzled to think. It was niggling at the back of his mind of the movement with the guys arms. He dug the fifty out of his wallet and handed it to the kid, but he snatched it back before the guy could grab it. “If you’re bullshitting me, you’ll have bigger problems than being broke. We clear?”

“Yeah, sure, sure.” The kid snatched the money, shoving it in his front pocket. “Average dude, ’bout five nine, looked just like your little man, grabbed his arm and hauled him out of here. Little man was terrified. Bigger dude said, and I quote, ‘Well, well, well. My little brother is finally out to play.’”

Sean! “Thanks, kid.” Hawk walked back over to Maverick. “Sean has him, that kid over there.” Hawk turned around, but the guy was gone. He turned back to Maverick and said, “There was a guy over there that described Johnny and Sean. He even heard Sean call him ‘little brother.’”

“Let’s go.” Maverick called the troops, telling them to meet them at Sean’s house. Hawk had gotten the address when he took Johnny from the hospital, remembering the simple house numbers.

The all showed up to an empty house. Hawk cursing up a storm. Where the fuck were they?

* * * *

“Had enough yet, retard?”

Johnny could barely see, let alone hear. Sean had beaten him senseless. Now he really was a retard. His brain felt scrambled, and everything on him hurt. It even hurt to breathe. He wished Sean would end it all for him so the pain would go away.

“Guess not.” Sean picked up a chain and wrapped it around his fist. Johnny cringed. This was gonna hurt really bad. Sean lifted his fist, ready to crush Johnny’s bones.

“Freeze! Move away and put your hands behind your head. Now!”

Johnny watched out of swollen eyes as the police pointed their guns at Sean. He was relieved he wasn’t going to feel any more pain. He wanted to cry he was so happy. Then his brother showed everyone how retarded
he
was.

Sean reached behind his back, pulling a gun out. Johnny heard the guns exploding before he passed out.

* * * *

Hawk was yelling and screaming at everyone. He had to find his pretty baby. This was a living nightmare. He had no clue where to look. They found no tracks to follow, not even a hint of one. Timber wolves were superb trackers, even finding clues that no one else would see. But none were here to see.

Sean had to have taken him somewhere else, but where? They had torn the house apart looking for clues and gone through all his personal records, even his bank account statements. Hawk had been shocked to discover Sean was being paid by the county to raise Johnny. At least two grand a month. No wonder he wanted his brother back, it was all about money. Hawk growled at the thought of Sean using Johnny for that. His bank statements also told him that Sean was broke. The guy didn’t have a lick of sense when it came to finances and budgeting.

He discovered the room Johnny had been sleeping in as well. Prison cells were more decorated and comfortable. Hawk tore apart the rotten, thin, spring exposed mattress. The blanket that had been laying on it was thinner than a sheet of paper.

He was pacing the house, growling and snapping when his cell phone went off. He snatched it of its clip and hit the send button. “What?”

Hawk fell to his knees, crying.

* * * *

Maverick walked up to the information desk. “I need to see Jonathan Stone.”

The nurse craned her neck up at him, and then looked his information up on the computer. “He’s in ICU. Take the elevators over there”—she pointed to the three sets behind them—“and go to the fifth floor.” Her jaw dropped as fourteen fierce men and two little guys walked to the elevators.

They had to take all three elevators for them to get up to the fifth floor. The nurse sitting behind the desk paled as the warriors, along with Cecil and Blair, stepped into her lobby. “C–can I help you?” She pulled back and craned her neck up at them.

Maverick repeated his request, and the nurse looked Johnny up on her computer as well. “Are all of you his family members?” She looked from one man to the next.