Remaining Fight

“You have got to be the laziest sack of shit I have ever had for a henchman. Nonetheless, did you at least send the rogues to the cabin to stand guard?” I look down at him as begins to stutter.

“Ye..yes sir sorry sir. I did, they should be there now.”

“Excellent, grab my things now, and let’s go.”

The drive along the highway was quiet, no one dared to speak a word, the tension so thick it could be cut with a knife and served on a sandwich. The only sound was the voice on the GPS telling us where to go and even that was annoying. With each second that passed by that Rhian wasn’t safely in my arms the tighter the knot grew that was slowly forming in the pit of my stomach.

Finally, after a six-hour drive the GPS finally spoke music to our ears, we finally reached the area Rhian is located. We pulled around the back of an old, abandoned building and parked where the chief and three others were waiting for us. One by one everyone jumped out of the cars with looks of anger and ready to fig