Brantley's POV:
Three days. It's been three mother fucking days since Robbie-Lee and Sylo were taken. I was going completely insane. I had torn this town apart looking for them I even hunted down her punk ass ex to be sure he didn't have anything to do with it. He didn't. I was leaning against the side of a building, smoking a cigarette when my phone rang. "Tell me you've got something." I growled. "We finally got around the blocker for Sylo's chip. We were able to override the system he's using, and we've triangulated their location. Coordinates coming via tex." As soon as I hung up I got what I needed through text. The coordinates. I had my vet out a tracking chip in Sylo just in case, but the son of a bitch was using something to block the signal. I made a call and a friend of a friend was looking into it, now that I had the location, I was going to wreak complete havoc on his ass. I stubbed out my cigarette and hopped on my bike, hauling ass to my bus to grab what I'd need. Once I got there, I ignored everyone and went straight to my bedroom. I grabbed my tactical style 12-guage, my kimbers, and I slipped my rosary around my neck, then I prayed. I prayed for forgiveness for what I was going to do, I prayed that my girl and my dog were safe and unharmed, and I prayed that this wouldn't completely destroy what was left of my dark soul. Because when it came down to it, I was going to burn this mother fucker down to the ground. As darkness fell, I saddled up my steel horse and sped off. When I pulled up at the abandoned home the coordinates led me to, I revved my bike loudly. I wanted him to know I was here. As I rose to my feet, and approached the front door, I let out a yell. A primal, savage war cry from deep in my gut that rattled the windows. I felt the visage of niceness that I wore for the public melt away. This was who I am. I'm an animal. A hunter. A primal force that is not to be reckoned with. When you come to take mine, you'd better be prepared to pay for it. Not just with your life, I wanted your soul as payment. With a final snarl, I bared my teeth and planted my boot squarely in the middle of the front door, taking pride in the way it splintered before me. Stepping into the dark room, I chuckled darkly. "Come out, come out wherever you are... Daddy's home, and I wanna play." My voice dropped to a sinister tone as I methodically began my search.
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Backwoods Babydoll
FanfictionBrantley Gilbert's tattoo artist, Robbie Lee Jones, joins him on the road. She's tiny, tattooed, sassy, and stubborn. Just the way Brantley likes'em. Can she bend enough to handle Brantley's rough and rowdy ways? Read on to see what happens. ;)
