Second Chances (mxm, poly, mpreg)

Found

While the main group infiltrated the main entries and the roof, Chevy's team broke in through the back entrance near the dressing rooms.  Nine of the weres being held were there getting ready for performances or waiting for their handlers.  Two were in VIP rooms servicing clients.  

Chevy counted the rounded up sex slaves and cursed. One was missing. He asked his men and the slaves where the last one was. Someone mentioned seeing him go to the bathroom right before they burst into the club. Chevy ordered his men to get them out to the waiting vans and went in search of the missing were.

He hopped up onto the stage and walked toward the back.  To the left and right were exits.  Something inside told him to go right.  He took his gun out and held it down by his side in his right hand and held up his flashlight in his left.  There were doors along the side that he tried but they were all locked.  He sniffed the air to see if he could pick up another were's scent.  He didn't smell him behind any of the doors so he kept moving forward until he picked it up.

Sweat dotted his upper lip.  He couldn't mess this up.  His only job was to get them out safely.  He would not let his commander down by failing in his mission.  The were's scent grew stronger and stronger.

He found the bathrooms, and wanted to recoil from the heavy smell of alcohol, vomit, and piss. Underneath all that he picked up the smell of sex and blood.  He checked all the stalls. He had to kick in the last stall and swore under his breath at the sight before him. 

 He radioed for a stretcher as he began checking over the unconscious were. As he touched the skin to check for a pulse, a tingle of recognition went through him and his nostrils flared at the familiar smell.  He looked closer at the pale face.  His wolf whined in his head.

His voice was barely a whisper as he dropped his gun to the floor.  "Rico?"

Rico's eyes fluttered open at the sound of his name. Chevy? No way! Chevy was back at their old pack across the country. There's no way he was here. He must be dead.  This must be that thing where when one died they saw their loved ones.  This was an illusion. He reached out and touched the illusion's wet cheeks.

His pale lips turned up into a smile.  "Don't cry, Chevy. They can't h-hurt m-me any m-more."

Chevy tried to fight the tears welling in his eyes as he smoothed back Rico's damp hair from his forehead.  "Who did this to you, Rico?"

His eyes began to close.  "B-bad m-men."

"Rico! Rico!"

Rico's hand weakly stroked his cheek.  "I l-love y-you, Ch-chevy."

"Rico! Rico! No!" He shouted into his radio. "Where the fuck is that stretcher!?"

"Sir, there's a problem."

Rage and panic bubbled up inside him.  "Get your mutherfuckin' ass in here now or I'll be your problem!"

Rico went limp.  Chevy started smacking his cheeks to wake him up.

"Sir-"

Dom's voice cut in over the radio.  "Alpha Frost, assist Beta Jiminez with the rescue. We're all good here."

"Yes, sir,"  Alpha Frost replied.  "Beta Jiminez, we're on our way."

Chevy held Rico close to him and rocked him in his arms as tears rolled down his cheeks. "Rico, don't leave me, please! Please, don't do this!  You can't go now.  I finally found you."