Tides of Vengeance (The Montclair Brothers Book 4) (17 page)

“Here’s your order, Mr. Boswell.” Pock Face looked like he was still in high school, which made Robert start laughing loudly.

“Just set it down over there on the table.” He wanted to trip the kid. Pocky walked like he had a board up his ass.

“I’ll be right back. I have to go get your sodas.” Robert impatiently stood there with the door opened. He wanted to tear into his food.
But noooo
! The kid had to take his Sweet Ass time.
Moron
.

When the orange sodas were placed on the Shitty Table, Robert shut the door without so much as a thank you. He certainly wasn’t going to tip someone who took forty-five minutes to bring him his food.
Ungrateful Piece of Crap
.

Robert quickly opened the pizza box and tore off two slices, making a thick sandwich. He took a huge bite then slowly chewed it. Savoring something that he’d been dreaming of for so long, was important. He took the cap off the cold orange soda and took a long drink. Robert felt his mind begin to clear. He sat down on the bed and placed the pizza box on his lap. Flipping through the Shitty Channels reminded him of being home, sitting in his recliner.
Cartoons. Now we’re talkin
’!

He retrieved the BLT sub and sat back down on the Shitty Brown Bedspread. He slowly opened the foil, and thought for sure he’d jump inside of The Fat Goon’s Mustang and drive to the pizzeria and kick Pocky’s Puny Ass. “Bacon bits!” Robert hissed out loud. “Who the hell doesn’t use real bacon on a BLT?! Stupid Bombino’s, that’s who!” Tomorrow he’d place another order, but this time he’d pull Useless Pock Face into his room and shoot him in the bathtub. Robert wanted to kill the Mangy Bastard. He took a large bite of the twelve-inch sub, then followed it with a deep fried mushroom.
The Jerk forgot the ranch
? Now he was really fuming. He went to the phone and called Good Ole’ Bombinos back.

“Bombinos. Can I help you?” Pock Face was about to pay for his Bullshit.

“You forgot my ranch, and you made this Shitty BLT with bacon bits!” Robert wanted to pull The Creep through the phone lines.

“Sir, your ranch is in a little cup on the bottom of the bag, and the bacon bits are real bacon. We just cut the strips up so we can use it on the pizzas.”

Robert tore open the paper bag and pulled out the Shitty Napkins. There on the bottom was the Crappy Little Cup of dressing. “Well you didn’t send me very much!”

“I’m sorry, Sir. If you’d like, I can bring you some more.” Pocky sounded like a Moron.

“Bring me more! I better not have to wait another forty-five minutes!” Robert slammed the Scummy Phone down. Within ten minutes he heard a soft knock on his door. “The kid knocks like a Pansy!” He yelled before opening the door. The Idiot handed him one cup of ranch.

Robert lost it. He grabbed The Punk by the front of his shirt and pulled him inside. Drawing back his fist, he could tell The Piss Ant wanted to beg for his life, but Robert didn’t care one bit. He punched The Twerp in the face so hard, his knuckles began to sting.

Luckily Pocky’s Rusty car was outside running.
Nice and simple
, thought Robert. It was time to get rid of The Goon’s Mustang anyway. He dragged The Little Jerk out the door, popped the trunk and stuffed his Lanky Body inside. Robert punched him one more time for good measure. He went back into the room, grabbed his food, then placed it all in the front passenger seat. After making sure The Goon’s Wallet was with him, he locked the door and climbed behind the wheel of the Rusty Trap.
There are more holes in this Stupid Muffler than there is in a slice of Swiss cheese
! Robert shook his head in disgust, as he loudly drove away.

But he didn’t mind the sound. After reaching inside the glove box, Robert pulled out a stack of cash.
I bet The Bastard has more in his pocket
! He pulled the Shitty Car over on the side of the road. After making sure no one was around, he popped the trunk, then opened it. Puke Face was starting to moan. Robert picked up the tire iron and hit him in the head three times. He hurried and searched the kid before the blood spread too much. He knew he couldn’t have bloody hands while eating.

Chapter 17

R
enee climbed out
of bed completely clothed, as she didn’t have any pajamas. There’d been very little time for any of them to pack. She’d have to be incredibly quiet, in order not to stir Tyler and Brian; if she awakened them, they’d surely stop her. She slowly slipped her shoes on and looked for the keys to her Cadillac. They were in the pocket of Tyler’s jeans, which lay across a chair near their bed. Very slowly she removed them and walked out the door. Earlier, Renee had taken her phone into the bathroom and booked a flight back home. If there wasn’t a cab or shuttle outside, she’d have to run across the four lanes of traffic to get to the counter at Northwest and pick up her ticket.

She wasn’t naïve enough to think Tyler wouldn’t figure it out. But she’d be in her car at Metro before he’d have a chance to intervene. Once on the road, she’d remove the battery from her phone, and do what she knew had to be done. Her flight left in thirty minutes, but time wouldn’t be a problem if she ran. Without having any luggage to check, she’d whip through security and be free to go straight to the boarding gates after picking up her ticket. It was three in the morning, so hopefully Tyler would sleep for another few hours, at least.

There wasn’t much traffic, so Renee didn’t have any hesitation in running across the road. It was still going to be a decent distance to the terminal, but that’s what she’d done all of her marriage…run. Her adrenaline kicked in as she ran around the tall fence and up to the doors for Northwest. She earned a lot of stares from people as she sprinted through the airport to the ticket counter.

“You’re just in time. The plane is boarding, so if you hurry, you won’t miss your flight.” The chipper woman behind the counter seemed like she wanted to chat, but Renee couldn’t have any of that. She took the ticket and ran. She got through security without any lines or delays, then bolted to the stewardess standing at the entrance to the gate. Not one time did she consider turning back to the hotel. Saving her family meant more than anything, and if she angered those she loved in the process, so be it.

The worst part would be the two and a half hours on the plane. There was more than one flight leaving the airport, bound for Metro, so she had to assume Tyler was right behind her at all times. After she got in her car, she’d have to haul ass; to where exactly, she had no clue.

All Renee knew was that she’d have to be creative to flush Robert out of hiding. The encounter wouldn’t last very long. She was going to kill him, no matter what it took.

Renee hadn’t had any sleep. She didn’t dare doze off while lying next to Tyler. As exhausted as she felt, she’d have missed her flight. This mission was going to be a onetime chance. If she didn’t succeed it’d mean the end of her life, and that of her baby. Failure wasn’t an option. Hopefully, if Tyler came after her, Brian wouldn’t follow. Right now Renee had a target on her chest, but little did Robert know, so did he.

The only person she knew who had a gun was Carrie. But she didn’t have a key to Vincent’s house, nor did she want to get arrested for breaking in. Again, she’d have to be creative. One thing she’d always have over Robert is intelligence. He had a criminal mind and wasn’t stupid, but he’d underestimate her, leaving himself open. Then she’d be all over him. He’s a giant compared to her, but that wouldn’t stop her. Her need to protect her family was way bigger than him. Robert would know that though, and all it would do is fuel his rage and make him want to torture her more. That’d been the sole reason for him trying to kill everyone she loved. Now, that threat was gone and he’d lost his leverage. She’d take that monster out of this world or die trying.

When the plane landed, Renee removed the battery from her phone and hurried off the plane. The airport was starting to get crowded, so she weaved around the people and headed straight for the doors. With her senses on high alert, she ran out of the building, straight for her Cadillac. Her mind was racing, sorting through different plans. It was now twenty minutes after six, and she knew she was now in a race to get away from Tyler and head right towards Robert.

Let the hunt begin…

∞ ∞ ∞ ∞

“Renee?” Tyler sat up in bed and rubbed his eyes. He got up, threw on his jeans and went to the bathroom. When he came out, he saw that Brian was still asleep.
She must have gone downstairs for the complimentary breakfast
. He’d given everyone clear instructions about not going anywhere alone, so she had to have gone downstairs with one of the girls. Tyler turned on the shower and got in. The warm water felt good, but the pressure wasn’t the best. Renee would be happy when she realized the shower was all hers when she got back.

He finished up and got dressed. Tyler left the bathroom ready to greet her, but she wasn’t in the sitting area. He went back to the bedroom and Renee wasn’t there either.
Enough time has passed. She should have been back by now.
He put on his shoes and quietly walked out the door, making sure it locked behind him.

Tyler looked for her, or one of the other girls in lobby, but none of his group was there.
Something’s not right.
He called Renee, but it went right to voicemail. Racing back to the elevator, he walked to his brothers’ rooms and knocked several times on their doors.

“What’s wrong, Ty? Didn’t you get any sleep?” Vincent stepped out into the hallway.

“Is Carrie with you?” Tyler’s voice sounded urgent.

“Yeah, she’s sleeping.” Tyler left him standing there and knocked again on Sean’s door. He quickly answered.

“Woah, Ty, easy. You’re going to wake up the boys.”

“Is Elissa here?” Tyler tried to see over Sean’s shoulder.

“Yeah, she’s in the other bed with Miles and Noah.”

Vincent and Jacob both came up behind them. “What’s going on?” they both asked.

“Renee’s missing!” Tyler raised his voice.

“Shit,” said Vincent as he hurried back into his room to get his shoes and shirt on.

Jacob asked Tyler if Renee’s purse was in the room.

“Nothing! She’s gone!” He got out his phone, and pulled out his credit card. After reciting the numbers, he hung up. “She’s charged an airline ticket back to Metro! Get Brian from our room. I’m going after her.” Tyler ran to the elevator while calling the airlines. The next flight wouldn’t be leaving for two more hours. His heart felt like it was going to explode.

The shuttle was getting ready to leave, but Tyler was able to stop the driver. He climbed on and sat through a very slow drive to the airport. Tyler jumped out before the shuttle stopped. The guy yelled something at him, but he didn’t look back. He ran to the counter and purchased the ticket.

“Are you sure there isn’t another flight leaving sooner?” He hoped to God there was.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Montclair, but this is the earliest flight to Metro.” Tyler paid for the ticket, then headed towards the boarding area to wait. He attempted to call Renee again, but he wasn’t having any luck getting through.

“Dude, you run fast.” Sean sat down beside him with a ticket in his hand. “Please tell me we’re booked on the same flight. Oh and before you ask, Vincent’s rearranging everyone. They’re all safe.” Sean compared his ticket with Tyler’s.

“You need to stay here, Sean, where you’ll be safe too. I know Renee went after Robert. I feel it in my gut.” Tyler rested his face in his hands.

“Listen, Ty. Robert’s in hiding. He knows that the cops are after him. There’s no way Renee can find him if they can’t.” Sean patted his back.

“She’ll get him to come after her so she can ensure we’ll all be safe! She’s going to give herself to him as a sacrificial lamb!” Tyler’s worst fears were going to come true. Robert would kill her and the baby.

“It’s not like she can get him to answer a door. Renee’s not going to be able to find him. She’ll have to do something to make him come to her.” Sean nodded his head and patted Tyler’s back again.

“What the hell, Sean?” Tyler looked at him and rolled his eyes.

“The media, Ty. We’re going to have to buy the papers and watch the news.” Tyler and Sean locked eyes.

“Oh God, you’re right!” Tyler stood up and began to pace.

“So wherever she wants Robert to show up, we’ll hightail it there too. Sit down, Ty. We’ve got about an hour before they’ll let us board the plane. For now, there’s nothing we can do.”

“He’s got a gun, Sean…”

“And I’ve got a crowbar. Have a seat before you make me crazy.”

∞ ∞ ∞ ∞

Robert drove the Flea Infested Piece of Shit down the side streets. He didn’t have to worry about attracting attention to himself. This Hunk of Crap would blend in anywhere. Hopefully Pock Ass and his blood wouldn’t start to reek; he was sensitive to smells and made sure his cleanliness stayed a top priority.

He drove for another hour until the Hunk of Shit was almost out of gas. Showing up at the pumps wasn’t the brightest move, but Robert the King wouldn’t do anything Stupid. Pretty soon he’d have to make his way back to Southfield and destroy his Ex and the Shitty Shack she lived in with Numb Nuts.
She found herself a Sugar Daddy, and I’m going to cut his arms off.
Robert laughed at the thought of The Clown running around hemorrhaging out of his stumps.

Finally Robert found a sign to a city that made him laugh so hard he had to stop. “Welcome to Hyde. The Friendly Place.” He could barely see the road in front of him.
Who the hell names their town Hyde
?! “I’ll be friendly and skin your hide!” This made him think of a new song. He began singing it loudly. “Please abideeee, while I skin your hide…all because you lied to meeeee. Don’t be shyyy, while I melt you with lyeeee…in a blue barrel just like on T.V….”

Robert hummed his new song while he slowly drove through town. It looked like a Shitty Town to him. Most of the cars looked worse than Pocked Boy’s, but he couldn’t find a Crap Hole Motel anywhere. When he reached the other side of Happy Hides, he saw a sign for Madeline’s Bed and Breakfast.
Perfect
, thought Robert. He looked at the wad of cash on his front seat. He got out of the Flea Bucket and knocked on the door. Madeline was Antique.
She’s at least a hundred years old
!
What a Battle Axe
.

“Can I help you?” The Old Fart was in a Stupid Housecoat.”

“I’m looking for a room and some breakfast.” Robert tried to sound as pleasant as possible.
Who names their kid after a Damn Doll
!

“How many?”
One room for one person you Senile Wench
!

“It’s just me and I only need one room.” Robert gritted his teeth.

“Well come on in and I’ll show you to your room. We have cable and there’s a bathroom right here on your left. Breakfast is served at nine and checkout is at eleven.” I’ll need you to pay upfront for your stay and fill out a form.”

“What kind of breakfast?” Robert wanted to raid the Old Bat’s fridge right now.

“Two eggs, toast, two slices of bacon, two pancakes, coffee, and orange juice. If you want something different you’ll have to go to a restaurant.”

“Is it real bacon or that turkey crap?” Robert could no longer hide his irritation.
Why must Stupid Jerks mess with a perfect thing
?
Bacon is bacon. Leave it the hell alone
!

“Well it’s turkey bacon but it tastes like the real thing.” Robert couldn’t help but stick his foot out when the woman was starting to go back down the stairs.

“Oops!” yelled Robert as he watched her tumble. He had to turn his head when she landed. She looked just like a Cartoon.

“Help! I can’t feel my legs!” she yelled. Robert was getting pissed off. He checked the other rooms upstairs, then he stepped over the Dumb Wreck on the floor and searched the rest of the house. They were alone. He wanted to roar like a Brave Lion again.

“Let me help you!” Robert said with fake concern.

“I can’t feel my legs!” Robert picked the Skinny Wench up in his arms and hauled her up the stairs to one of the rooms. He tossed her on the bed and watched as she bounced up and down. “Now shut it!” he warned as he pointed his finger at her face.

“Help!” she yelled. “Call me an ambulance! Help!”
You just don’t learn
.

Robert picked up the pillow and sat on the Old Bat’s chest while holding it over her Gnarly Face. “I said, Shut Up!” He laughed hard when he looked back and saw that her legs couldn’t even twitch. The Old Shit tried to claw at him, but he knew she couldn’t harm Robert the King!

After his hard work, he took a shower in the Stupid Flowered Bathroom, and put his white boxers, compliments of the Southfield P.D., back on. He went downstairs and threw the pound of bacon in the Shitty Skillet with the Wobbly handle, and in another pan he cracked open six eggs. The Antique Toaster was right on the counter, so Robert began to toast his six slices of bread. When The King’s breakfast was done, he sat down and drank straight from the pitcher of orange juice. Slathering on the butter and jam, Robert dug in.

Dipping his toast into his eggs, reminded him of Pocked Boy’s head leaking. He laughed to the point he almost choked. Another swig of orange juice washed it all down. Old Fart was totally stupid; she bought the kind with pulp!