"Colby David Thatcher, don't you dare!" her voice came out higher than usual, but he couldn't miss the tone of command.
Turning, Colby saw her and ran to her side. Taking her in his arms, he damn near killed her with a hug and kiss.
"Oh, God, Avery! He was just at the door with a gun at her head...." Trembling, he wavered slightly, going weak in the knees.
Avery held him close. "It's okay. She'll be okay."
"I should have told her. Stupid! Stupid! I didn't think. I should have told her."
"Your mom is going to be all right," Avery said. "If the cops can't take care of it, you can bet Tamika can."
Avery didn't say anything, but she saw Tamika cross the breezeway upstairs, on the back of the building. Avery had no idea what the other woman had planned, but she had a look of determination on her face. She paused, nodding slowly at Avery. Raising her chin, Avery gave a slight nod of her own. Buck trailed after his wife, moving just as silently. They ducked out of sight and Avery wondered where they were going. Did the cops know where they were? Should she tell anyone?
No. Tell no one, she decided.
Avery held Colby, doing her best to distract him from the situation. She knew his mother was all right. They wouldn't hurt her, they needed her too much. She also knew that Adele Thatcher was no slack, and would give the bastards as good as they tried to give her.
About that time, the SWAT team arrived. Their commander swaggered around looking important. Though he seemed competent, he was more for the frontal approach. The officer in charge, a tall, Asian detective, was having a hard time talking the man down. Determined not to let the situation escalate, Avery marched over and yanked on the SWAT leader's sleeve. He turned around, looking for someone his height. It took a second to realize that Avery was there, and ten inches shorter.
"You can't go in there balls to the wall," Avery said without even introducing herself. "This isn't Call of Duty. Chill, baboo."
"Excuse me? You are?"
"The future daughter-in-law of the woman who's the hostage in there. I know you guys talk about acceptable losses and shit, but that woman in the most important thing in the world, to her son. If you go in there, guns blazing, and his mom gets hurt. Well, I'd hate to be you."
"Who the f—" The curse died on his lips when the detective stepped between him and Avery.
"Avery Justice," she said, holding out her hand. "My fiancĂ©, the man who's ready to run in there and kill anything that gets in his way, is the only real family I have—except for that lady in there. And I would really hate for one of them to die, before she even knows we're engaged. He just proposed last night," she continued. "We were on the way to choose a ring when the douchebag drug dealer in there grabbed his mother."
The detective was having a little trouble following her, as was the SWAT commander. Fortunately, Colby's cop buddy, Carl, had joined them.
"Sir, we may have a situation."
"More than this?"
"Two people, a man and a woman, were seen circling the back and attempting to enter the back of the apartment."
"What? Who?"
Carl shrugged, though Avery could see that he had a pretty good idea. "Best I can figure is they are a couple of neighbors."
"Why would neighbors be going in? This is the weirdest hostage negotiation I've ever had. What does this fucktard even want?" he asked Carl.
"According to him, he wants to deal his drugs in peace. He figured, for whatever reason, that jacking this kid's mama was the way to go." He looked around with a wry smile. "I'm here to say, it's not."
The door jerked open and a man stumbled through, his hands on top of his head. He fell face first on the pavement, not even putting his arms out to break his fall. It took a second to realize that his hands were stuck on top of his head. A second man followed. This one had his pants open, his dick hanging out and his hands were stuck to his thighs. He was howling. A third came out, hands clasped on his head, but not glued.
"We're coming out!" Tamika yelled. "We're not armed." She stepped into the doorway, but no one drew a bead on her.
Buck followed. Both had their hands on their heads and they were smiling.
"Someone wanna cuff those wankers?" the detective yelled. "But not those two! I wanna talk to them."
SWAT and his men surrounded the criminals, cuffing the third one and strong arming the other two. The one with his pants open yelled and screamed as the movement tugged at his hairy thighs and more private parts.
"Bitch glued me!" he bellowed. "I got Super Glue on my balls, man! My balls!" his voice rose to a whimpering cry.
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