House Call

Chapter 32: It Could Be the Fact That...

Percy's POV

As we got back to the house, everyone seemed to fall right into synch. Terrance made sure Lilian was taped-up and gagged in the upstairs guest bedroom, while everyone else was making sure the house was as secured as possible. Thirty minutes had gone by since Reggie and Wyatt spoke and I was beginning to get a bit anxious. When we were done making sure the house was sound, everyone except the doc met in the kitchen.

"Where's Wyatt?" Charles asked. 

I looked up at the clock in the kitchen. "He should be here any second now." I replied.

I had just leaned both of my arm forward onto the center island when Wyatt walked in with a large black duffle bag; made of cloth,  but it appeared heavy. When he laid it on the counter, a loud thump echoed throughout the kitchen. 

"Alright so..." he said as he begun unzipping the bag. "Perc', Tiff and myself are already familiar with these guns, Terrance and Charles, please choose whatever you'd like."

Both Tiffany and myself grabbed the guns that we wanted and began to check them out. Oddly, when Wyatt and I were newly-committed, he'd take Tiffany and I to shooting ranges just for fun. I had always secretly believed he was trying to be this G.I Joe kind of guy, but in reality, he was just making sure he could hold his own. Charles grabbed something he seemed comfortable with and Terrance did the same, but knowing him like I did,  Terrance was not about to make a move without first getting all the details. The man had some questions.

"So doc, run me through your plan." he said. 

Wyatt chuckled slightly before answering. " Well, I suspect that Reggie will eventually realize I'm playing him. He'll go home an realize that both Lilian and Tiffany are gone and if I'm right, The three musketeers will show up here."

"And once they get here?" Terrance continued.

"I'm guessing you're wanting to separate them?" Charles added.

Wyatt nodded his head up and down. "Yes, the hope is that they split themselves up, and we end this shit."

"...and by 'end thisssss'... you mean?" Terrance added

"Whatever it takes."  Tiffany said as she added the last bullet into her second magazine. 

You would expect a sort of tension to rise but it didn't. Everyone seemed to understand what the purpose was,  I guess. But  I won't lie and say I wasn't the least bit skeptical of Charles. His presence was calm and because I couldn't tell if he could be trusted, it put me on higher alert. 

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Tiffany's POV

Once the plan was ran down, I needed to take  some time away from the boys. My mind needed a chance to gain composure. Being locked up in that damn high-rise apartment was not the icing on the cake, the fact that I couldn't get myself free is what fucked me up the most. I felt stupid for being in this situation blindly. I should have saw that something was off, or at the very least, stood up for myself better. 

"Damn, now here I am shaming myself ."  I thought to myself.

I was deep in thought until I saw Percy step into the backyard. From where I was standing, I could see him but he couldn't see me. I owed him so many apologies and even though I wasn't sure where to start, I just did it. "Hey kidd..."

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Wyatt's POV

My house had officially turned into a mad house. Usually I'm home alone, listening to music or going over cases; as of late, not much relaxing has been happening in the manor. I was standing in the garage looking at the security cameras on my phone, mind racing with anticipation of what the hell was about to happen. Scared as shit because I couldn't predict the outcome, but mainly- I wasn't sure I could keep my family safe, and that's when it hit me- I WAS THE ONE IN DANGER.  This entire time I was hyper focused on keeping Percy safe, hardly acknowledging I was the sitting duck. Even with all that, there was only one way to look at it, even though I might be backed into a corner, I'm fighting like hell to get out.