Shenanigans (Complete)

Hostage

Holly's POV

When the first van broke through the gate, Marc grabbed me and dragged me through the trees into one of the storage sheds. He told me, he planned to hide me here while he took off and lead them away. I handed him my gun and bullets in the hopes I may have been able to get a few. At this point, I had no clue. Being bound and gagged flopping around in the back of this van. I was nabbed by a dude with a wicked scar. He was just as surprised as me. He also didn't let any of the others get near me, some being the mini goon squad of Kevin and the dumb s**t himself. They had been on the motorcycles.

Every time I looked around I could see the guy with the massive scar on his face staring intently at me. It wasn't angry, or even slightly pissed. I was shock and curiosity that met me. The van came to a massive stop as he leaned forward. "What's going on?"

"Looks like tribal police are doing an alcohol check or something. We should get by just fine." The driver snorted.

"Fine, just make it happen." The dude with the scar snapped. His eyes turned back to me as he sat me up nicer than I thought he would, surprising me.

No idea how long we sat there before a massive ruckus started. It sounded like a war zone. There were gunshots, screams of pain, just as the back doors of the van were ripped open I laid eyes on Ben holding a pistol at the guy with the scar. Cooter the mechanic ripping him out of the van flinging him onto the pavement. Arm behind his back with his knee just in the middle.

Ben took my gag off and started untying me. "Where is Marc?" I looked back at him. "We got separated when they were rounding us up," I growled.

"He is out cold in the back of the other van. He is alive." Ben grunted as he finished untying me. I leaped out over the guy Cooter had down, running to the back of the van where I found Eric and Hooker standing. Everyone who had been in the vans or on the motorcycles was sitting on the ground in various forms of disarray. Leaping into the back of the van I checked Marc for any gunshots or wounds he could be bleeding from. He was fine, I sighed. My rage hit me fast and hard. Jumping back out of the van my eyes found Kevin sitting head down supporting a huge bruise to his face.

Grabbing his face, with my thumb and forefinger, I yanked it up to look at me. "What the f**k did your dumb ass do!" I roared.

"They guaranteed me that I could have you once they took him." His words shaky, with pain.

"I wouldn't shine my boots with your lips when they're covered in s**t! Why would I want you!" I yelled back. My eyes seeing only red. I let go shoving him back. Kicking him in the chest as he fell backward at an awkward angle. I stomped to Cooter who still held the big scared guy down. I got down on my hands and knees to look him in the eye. "Who do you work for?" I growled.

The man said not a word, I looked up at Cooter who in turn applied more pressure. "I am not asking again, I will let him breaking your f*****g arm." I snarled.

"Munoz Cartel," He hissed. I looked at Cooter who released some pressure. "You know that guy?" I asked Cooter.

"We know of him and his doings, yes." His words were curt.

"Good, cause this dumb s**t, and those are gonna be the reason they fall," I growled.

"You gotta plan in mind?" He raised his red eyebrows.

"I do, but I am gonna need your guy's help." I looked around. I knew they were all former military. The rumors and bits I heard from Marion. They had no military photos up only his old blues. He had trained me on handholds and pressure points when I was young.

"I will help you," the scarred guy voiced surprisingly us all.

"Why?" I asked.

"He owes me his life." I heard Marc's rough voice before I managed to turn flying into his arms. Marc hugged me back for all he was worth. "You okay firecracker?" He kissed the top of my head.

"Just fine now," I reached up grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him down with a groan to my lips to let him know how much I missed him. As soon as my lips touched him, those arms of his got tighter locking me in place next to his body. The feel of his arms pinning me to his body felt like heaven.

"Cooter, is that how you tamed yours?" Hooker asked.

"Not, telling she will beat my ass." Cooter chuckled.

Their words pulled me to the present. I reluctantly let go. Giving a sheepish look to the rest of them. "Seems your daddy knew all along." Ben raised an eyebrow at us both.

"Daddy always thinks a man is after me." The smirk on my face matched Marc's.

"It was a long storm," He shrugged with his lopsided grin.

"Hmmm," Ben raised an eyebrow. "Let's get these men to jail, and get you two to the hospital for check-ups." Ben began directing people to load up.

"I have a question," The scar-faced guy piped up. Looking at me directly.

"Why does she look like my mom?" Every single man who came to help suck in a breath.

"What do you mean?" Ben asked as the first who recovered from the shock, looking from him to me.

"She looks just like my mother, mind you younger but exactly. I kept her from the other guys and been staring at her ever since." Cooter still held him tightly but, he was looking to.

"What is your mom's name?" Ben queried.

"Dad calls her Elle but I think I have heard and seen Elise." The big guy shrugged.

"Cooter put him in the van with Holly and Marc, I am gonna check something out at the hospital." Ben walked closer to me. leaning down he whispered. "We are gonna grab blood for DNA panel," he spoke near my ear.

My eyes teared up, as I looked back at him. The only words I could force out were, "ok."