Tides of Vengeance (The Montclair Brothers Book 4) (15 page)

At one in the morning, Elissa asked Sean to drive her home. Sean didn’t want their night to end, but he wanted Elissa to feel safe around him. He knew instantly that he’d wait for her. It wasn’t about luring her to his bed though. Sean needed her to know his heart and to understand he’d never hurt her. However long it took, he’d never stop trying to show her the kind of guy he is. The Montclair brothers might seem a bit savage at times, but mistreating women wasn’t a part of their make-up.

When he arrived at Elissa’s house, he walked her up to the door and waited while she fumbled for her keys. He had to admit, she looked adorable when she was frustrated.

“Damn, I think I left them inside on the table.”

“I have spare rooms at my house, so you’re welcome to come back to my place. I’d go through the window for you but…been there done that!” It was nice to hear her laugh again.

“Wait here they are. Thank you for dinner and the wine. I had a nice time this evening.” She said softly.

“The pleasure was all mine. I’ll see you at work tomorrow.” Sean turned to go down the porch steps, when he felt Elissa pull on the back of his suit jacket. He turned around and smiled as she stood on her tiptoes and kissed his cheek. She turned around and let herself in the house.

“Goodnight, Sean,” she said while slowly closing the front door behind her.

∞ ∞ ∞ ∞

Tyler looked at Renee’s shocked facial expression and wished he hadn’t said a word.

“You’re just now finding out about Robert’s hearing tomorrow morning?” She’d begun to raise her voice.

“Not exactly. I knew before, but I just didn’t want to alarm you.” She squinted a bit, and Tyler knew immediately he was in trouble. “Baby, I didn’t want you to worry, and neither did Vinnie. We both wanted you to spend some happy time with Brian, and not be preoccupied with that hunk of trash.” Finally her face began to soften.

“Thank you for that. I’ll just call the doctor’s office and reschedule my appointment. It was just for a checkup, so it won’t be a problem. Tomorrow morning can’t come soon enough. I can finally watch that bastard be sent away to where he can never hurt my family again.” Renee sat up on the edge of the bed.

“Honey, you can’t dwell on the past. We made it, and he’s getting locked up in the big house. It’s not good for you or the baby to be worry so much.” Tyler gently pulled her back down on the bed and held her close. “Please think positive thoughts and put Robert far from your mind. He doesn’t deserve to be in it.” He knew there was no point in saying that, because Renee was the strongest minded person he’d ever met. She’d worry until it was confirmed that Robert was long gone, forever.

“Maybe the other inmates will kill him in prison,” she uttered just as Tyler was falling asleep.

“They’re not going to put that serial killer in general population. I just don’t think that’s a possibility. He’d kill every person he came across in there.”

“One could only hope that someone cuts his throat.”

“No more thinking. Get some rest, Love.”
I hope so too
, thought Tyler.
I wonder how much it’d cost to pay off the guards…

Chapter 15

R
obert looked down
at the single sheet of Shitty Notebook paper and Midget Pencil in his hands. Of course they wouldn’t trust him with anything more. Even he didn’t trust himself enough not to jam that Shitty Wooden Stick in some guard’s eye. If they weren’t so damned rude to him, he might be more forgiving of most of their transgressions.
But noooo
! They had to keep repeating the same Stupid Behavior. Every day was Be Mean To Robert Day.
Oh how times do change
, he thought, as he began to jot down his plan so he wouldn’t miss any of the Great Details. He didn’t care who saw it after seven in the morning. Why, he’d be taking in the sights by then. He stifled a laugh and began to write:

2 A.M: Watch Skinny Ass sleep, just like he did every night. Works doubles to support his Fat Ass Wife.

3 A.M: Pretend to be sleeping while Pock Face goes out to the vending machines and outside to smoke. He never buys anything for anyone else. Stingy Bastard. Smokes like a chimney.

4 A.M: Fake a seizure, just like it explains in the book. Don’t forget to make spit come out of the corner of my mouth. Hold my breath. Crinkle up and spin around, just like bacon frying. Don’t hit the wall.

4:10 A.M: Snap Skinny Asses Neck when he runs inside my cell. This will be fun. Grab letter opener on the Stupid Guards desk and slit Pock Face’s throat when he comes back in with chips and licorice, just like he did every night. Take his keys. Drag them into the Smelly Office.

4:30 A.M: Go back in my cell and wait for Rude Ricky to come in and mop. He slings water everywhere. Sneak up behind him and rip out his ear phones. He probably listens to that damn Country Shit. Cut his throat. Change into his clothes. Take his keys, then go to the Smelly Office and take the guns.

4:45 A.M: Walk out. Find a cab. I hope I don’t have to run and get all sweaty.

∞ ∞ ∞ ∞

Robert opened one eye at Skinny Ass as he sucked in air. His hat was covering his eyes and his head was rolled to the side. What an Idiot, thought Robert. He wished he could pat himself on the back.
Fifteen minutes ahead of schedule already
!

Pock Face shook his head at Skinny Ass in disapproval. Like he should talk. Strutting in here with candy like he owned the Damn Place. Out the door he went to the vending machine.

Robert lay on his bunk and quickly started making his seizure noises. He’d have to lay off with banging his legs on the Shitty Steal Bedframe. He was going to break something. Skinny Ass startled awake and hollered for Pock Face.
Hey he’s buying candy and not getting you any
! Robert wanted to yell, but he refrained. He realized that gathering enough spit to drool a good gooey rope took some effort. Skinny Ass came flying into his cell and didn’t even bother to wipe off his spit. Shame on Skinny Ass.

It’s a little harder to break someone’s neck than it appears in the movies. Robert had to resort to bashing his Puny Skull into the cement wall until he fell down into an Awkward Heap. Robert laughed but got busy right away. He grabbed ahold of his Skinny Ankles and dragged him to the Smelly Office.

As he ran back to his cell, he grabbed the plastic letter opener from on top of the desk. Skinny Ass used it to pick at his fingers.
But not anymore
, thought Robert as he allowed himself one brief laughing jig. As Pock Face walked through the door, he turned his back to go find out where Skinny Ass went. With all of his might, Robert stabbed him in the side of the neck and twisted. Then he squeezed his throat with his hands so he couldn’t scream like a Little Girl. Dragging Pock Face into the office was a bit harder.
The Lard Ass should leave the candy alone. Stingy Bastard.
This is what you get
!

Robert grabbed the guns and tucked them into the waist band of his Stupid Orange Prisoner Suit, and waited for Rude Ricky. He’d ask the Jackass what song he was listening to and the Rude Bastard would just ignore him.
I’ll show you.
Robert looked down at the letter opener in his bloody hands and realized he couldn’t slit Rude Ricky’s throat with it
. Shitty Opener.
He’d come up with something else, have no fear.

Ricky Lazy Ass came through the door a little early, which was fine with Robert. He began to dunk that Damn Mop right away, without even looking around. Robert ran up behind him and slammed Surprised Ricky right in the melon. Once he was out cold, Robert stomped his throat until he heard a strange crunching sound.
I wish I had time to get my boots.
A nice swift kick in the head would have reduced the amount of precious energy that he’d had to spend.

After changing clothes and taking Pock Face’s keys, he began to search for the main key, to unlock the doors. He’d taken a pair of eye glasses from the desk drawer and combed his hair way over to the side.

He made his way outside while keeping his face down. He casually walked through the parking lot until he was no longer illuminated by the lights. Then he ran like a Wide Receiver. He was coughing hard by the time he got to the end of the first block. There wasn’t a cab driver around, but there was a Stupid Jackhead delivering papers. Robert wasn’t very happy about having to drive a Dumb Minivan, but with his freedom, he’d get that race car he always dreamed of.

Robert walked up to Paper Head and showed the Jerk the gun in his hand. “Get in the van. Don’t do anything stupid, or I’ll give you a Third Eye.” When Paper Head got in through the sliding door, Robert climbed in behind him. He slammed the Goon in the head as hard as he could with the gun, then he drove down the street while obeying the speed limit.

Once Robert reached the Southfield Freeway, he pulled over on the side of the road, dragged Paper Head out of the van, and when traffic was clear, he threw him out into the center lane. He laughed his ass off on the way back to the Dumb Minivan. “Thanks for choosing The Robert Express!” he yelled as he put it back in drive.

He knew he had to get out of the city. It was just a matter of a few minutes to an hour before they realized Robert had escaped. He’d have to size someone up this morning so he could get a new change of clothes. Paper Head was way too small, even though Robert had been doing Olympic Exercises.

Then he’d have to find out where Tyler Boy and that Stupid Bitch Ex of his lived. He’d tie them up and set their Damn House on fire. Turn them into a Flamin’ Roast.
Maybe I should bring the good ole’ Marshmallows
! He looked over at the passenger seat, and there in all its glory, was a brown lunch sack and a bottle of water. Robert grabbed the bag and dumped the contents out on the seat. Ham and cheese, chocolate cupcake, peach…this was gonna be good!

Robert bit into the sweet peach and the juice ran down his chin. He pictured blood dripping off Stupid Renee’s face.

∞ ∞ ∞ ∞

Tyler awoke to the sounds of his doorbell constantly ringing. Then came the pounding. “What the hell?” he said as Renee sat up in the bed looking startled. It was five-thirty in the morning. He pulled on his jeans, hurried to the front door and turned on his porch light. There were four police officers standing there. Renee came up behind him, visibly shaken. He slowly answered the door with fear running through his veins. Hopefully, they weren’t here to tell him about an accident.

“Are you Tyler Montclair?” asked one officer.

“Yes I am,” he replied. “What’s going on?”

“And you are?” asked the officer as he looked at Renee.

“This is Renee, my fiancée. Anything you have to say to me you can say it in front of her.” Tyler put his arm around her shoulders.

“We’re here to inform you that Robert Preston has escaped from jail. We’ve sent patrol cars to everyone in your family. He’s talked about bringing harm to all of you, especially Renee. We’re going to keep a car out front. We’re asking for you not to leave your residence.”

“How in the hell did that happen?!” yelled Tyler. Renee gasped and buried her face against his chest.

“We’re still investigating the situation. He killed three people during his escape, and we don’t know if there are any more victims.”

“We’re not safe here! Do you have any idea how many friends he has on this police department?! No, my family and I are leaving!” Renee spun around on her heals, calling Brian’s name as she ran up the stairs.

“Sir, I can assure you that none of us are friends with Robert Preston.” The officer looked irritated.

“She’s right. We’re nothing but sitting ducks here. If you don’t think that Robert will take you out, while you’re sitting in that squad care of yours, you’re sadly mistaken. My family and I have to get to safety. Please understand.”

“If you leave, we can’t offer you protection,” the officer warned.

“And if we stay we’re dead.” Tyler closed the door and ran up the stairs two at a time.

When he got to the bedroom, Renee was already throwing their clothes into a suitcase. She’d directed Brian to do the same.

“You can’t go to Montclair Pharmaceuticals, Tyler, or anywhere around there. Tell your brothers, and I’ll call the girls.” Renee was talking so fast, Tyler could barely understand her. She was sniffling and wiping her face as she moved briskly around the room. He gently grabbed her arm and spun her to face him. Tyler’s phone rang, causing them both to startle.

“Get Renee and Brian, and get out of that house!” Vincent was yelling and he could hear his car engine racing.

“We know. We just got a visit from the cops. I’m trying to figure out where to go.” His mind was spinning in fifty different directions.

“Head to the airport. We’re getting on the first flight that’ll hold us all. Security is tight there, so I doubt that’s even an option for him. I’m about ten minutes away from the United terminal. I mean it, Ty. Get moving! Everyone else is on their way.”

“Okay we’re coming right behind them!” Tyler closed the suitcase and yelled for Brian to get downstairs and to stay away from the windows. “Leave the lights off, Brian!” He grabbed the suitcase and Renee’s hand, then hurried down the stairs.

Once in the garage, Tyler opened the trunk to his Mercedes.

“Stop! We have to take my car. Robert knows what you drive, Tyler.” Renee was now in a full-blown panic.

When they were all inside the Cadillac, Tyler opened the garage door and gunned it. He passed by the cop car sitting up the street. They didn’t bother to follow him, and he was grateful. He didn’t need to be playing road racer with his family in the car.

Tyler didn’t even bother obeying the speed limits. He had no intentions of stopping until they were all at the terminal. He looked over as he drove right past Sean, Elissa, and the boys. They increased their speed and filed in behind him.

The terminal wasn’t crowded, which was upsetting to Tyler. It’d be easier to lose someone in a crowd, but now he felt like they didn’t have any shield.

“Over here guys!” Vincent called loudly.

“Did you find tickets?” Renee quickly asked.

“We’re taking a trip to Florida. There they are.” Vincent pointed to the entrance and began waving his arms as more of their group began to arrive.

When everyone had boarded the flight to Fort Lauderdale, their looks of fear and the anticipation to flee unharmed were evident. Sitting on the runway, wasn’t helping. There were no road blocks, nor was there an outpouring of cops flooding the airport. That didn’t provide them with any reassurance. They’d once run from Robert, barely escaping with their lives. Their fear was definitely warranted. They knew exactly what he was capable of, and it would take an army to stop him.

∞ ∞ ∞ ∞

Boswell Hancock looked like a fairly nice guy in a plump sort of way. Though it did occur to Robert that the man also looked like a Big Fat Goon. Good ole’ Bos had provided his services, and now that his job was done, he could go back to Fat Farm Heaven where he was spit out. One crack with the butt of his gun, and The Goon dropped to the ground by the Mustang; the driver’s door was wide open like a gaping mouth. Robert dragged him around to the brush behind the apartment complex and finished Fat Boy off. Choking someone who’s already unconscious is a pretty good deal. They just lay there and take it. He had to bury his face in his own muscular arm so he wouldn’t attract attention. Fat Goon’s jeans and Ugly Gray t-shirt fit him just right, but he’d been hoping to nab something a little more sporty. Maybe even a nice pair of sweat pants.
But noooo
! He just couldn’t make anyone have decent taste in clothing. He grabbed the Goon’s wallet and climbed in behind the wheel.

It didn’t take a genius to know that a Mustang sure did beat a minivan. Now Robert felt more like a man. It even had a manual transmission. He was tempted to rev the engine and peel out, but that would surely attract the cops. All of his ties to them were over with, now that they’d been Idiots and confessed to their wrong-doings in the past. He didn’t miss them, but he certainly missed their late night poker games, getting them drunk and having them blab about all their Dirty Deeds.
But noooo
! His Stupid Fat Ex ruined that for him. She had to walk out, all over snacks and beer. What an Asshat.

The first traffic light he came to, a cop pulled right up beside him. As a matter of fact, the streets were kind of flooded with them tonight. Robert kept his face on the road. If he got pulled over, they’d either believe that he was Big Fat Bos, or he’d have to kill them. Either way, he was going to slaughter the Montclairs and have a good time doing it.