Dillon: A Wings of Diablo MC Novel by Lake, B. (rosie project txt) 📕

take her away from me, the monster in me has been waiting to be let off its leash for a long time.

Dillon

It was worse than I’d thought. I made my way back to Keeley’s house to see if there was anything that I could figure out from what was left at the scene. I saw where they’d shot Max, one of the bullets still in the ground. I wonder if it was Max that had killed the man.

"Hey, I was wondering if you would come back here." Fly walks in behind me.

"Did you find anything more than what you sent me already?" I didn’t have time for small talk.

"No, just those photos." He must see the instability in my eyes, because he shoves his hands in his pockets as if he is looking for something more to say. "Max is going to make it the vet says."

I tilt my head to the side as if I didn’t understand what he was saying. Did he think that just because my dog was going to be ok that made things alright? I’m ecstatic that he is going to be okay. Keeley would be happy about that too, but it didn’t change what I had to do.

"Make sure you lock up on your way out." I stroll past him to the door and he reaches out to grab me. I jump back in an immediate defense position. He puts his hands up to show me that he isn’t a threat.

"Listen man I want to come with you."

"No." I say matter-of-factly. I was about to get into some reckless shit and I wasn’t going in there worried about anyone, but my daughter.

"What are you going to do? Scour the earth looking for the hole where they hid her? Alone?"

"Yes! That is exactly what I’m going to do. I’ll bury anyone that gets in my way, friend or foe." I glare at him for a second before I turn around again. He doesn’t give up though, just runs to get back in my line of sight.

"I love her too; you want to get her back you’re going to need help."

I push him to the side harder than I need to, but he doesn’t retaliate. I didn’t want any fucking help. I didn’t want anyone telling me what the right thing to do was. I would do what I needed to do on my own.

I make my way over to my bike and a message from Roth pops up on my phone. Whoever he used to know when he was running around killing people for his sister must have come through, because he’d found the location of where the plane landed. From there he said that he knew of an old preparatory school, at least that is what they told the surrounding community it was, that was used for the training and housing of the children that they kidnapped. Now I had a location. It’s exactly what I needed. I make my way to my bike to toss on my lid and pull out. I didn't even bother to look back at Fly. There was nothing that he could offer me right now. As long as my kid was missing the devil himself wouldn't be able to pull me away from saving her.

The school is in northern Texas so it's about a twelve hour ride if I don’t have to stop. Enough time for me to visualize how I'm going to kill each and every one of those bastards and find my little girl.

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The school is located east of Dumas, Texas. There isn't much in the area, in fact the school itself has about a hundred acres of land all to itself. No wonder it was so easy for them to get away with what they were doing, there was no one there to ask any questions.

By the time I make it to the edge of the property it was already nighttime. Thanks to the Canadian River there was a nice smattering of trees where I would be able to take cover. It was the only place that I was able to hide and scope out the school. After this it was nothing but flat landscape with the exception of a few security bunkers. It was going to be hell trying to rush through without them seeing me, but I would figure out a way.

On the ride here Brendan had sent me some ariel shots of the location. I was so fucking surprised to see how much drones can do now a days. In the photos there are at least 3 dozen guards. Of course, there are places that the drone couldn't get through so there may be many more than that, but at least I knew where a large chunk of them were located. I could try to go around the perimeter, but that would take up some time.

My ears perk up as I hear something walking behind me. It could be an animal, but since I'm spying on what could be one of the largest illegal adoption schemes in the United States I'm pressed to believe that its someone who doesn't want me to be on their land.

I quickly drop down to a very low crouch and take off through the trees hoping that the night and my dark attire would keep whoever it was from finding me. Just in case though I pull out my knife, it was going to be my primary weapon of choice since I have to be stealthy.

I hear someone running up behind me. They are moving even faster; shit they know that I’m here. I quickly turn around and raise the knife, but before I can swing it down a hand goes over my mouth and pulls me up.

"Wire relax."

I can’t see who it is, but the fact that they know my name is confusing to say the least. Long dark hair covers most of the person’s