A Family Stolen

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Chapter 21 (Plans take Hold)

"Here we are." Jade stood with the others atop a hill overlooking the large facility below. With them was a SWAT team, a special FBI task force, and some of Captain Oliver's most trusted police officers. Andre and Jason were present as well, each ready to go in; and Jason had Colonel Wallace and a couple of the Colonel's men with him.

Robbie and Cat remained at Sikowitz's office to take care of the business was taken care of. Sikowitz would have stayed with them but took Sam and Beck to the neighborhood where the Chief lived to wait for the call to go in and make the arrest. The arrest needed to be made when the Vegas were out safe, so the minute the hostages were out, the plan was for them to go in and arrest the Chief.

With them was with were Jonah's two FBI contacts and Robbie's father; they held the power to make the arrest legitimate and official with the promise that Sikowitz would get the credit for his investigation. That was the part that amazed Jade, because it meant Sikowitz could get more notice and attention to his blossoming business.

"Everyone remember the plan?" Jason inquired. Jade nodded and focused on the course of action. The military would begin by entering the basement. Jason and the Colonel would free and brief Gary, and there was little question that Gary was going to join their forces. "Once we're inside, we're going to sweep the first floor. We'll make sure it's clear before letting you guys in through the back door."

He motioned to the task force and the Captain's officers. Jade grinned, prepared to join the fray. "Andre and I will enter with the two teams." Jason nodded. The military would continue to push ahead to the top floor, making a beeline for Ross's office. "We'll sweep the ground floor and the second floor, making sure to catch any of Jerome's Knights still hanging around. We'll also make sure that Sinjin gets out safe."

"Exactly. You can move ahead to the next floor with the SWAT team. You and Andre should be more focused on hostage relief. Let the task forces deal with any fighters." She could agree to that, and looked to Andre, who nodded in return. "Speaking of which, the SWAT team is prepped to enter the front door."

"Yes." They were going to flank the building. Some people were going to climb in through windows, and some would split into pairs and take various rooms by storm. "Jesse mentioned the elevators, so we're going to shut those off."

"Power generators will be in the basement, most likely." Jason crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes. "Some of the military units will stay behind, waiting for everyone to enter before shutting off the power to the facility. That will help keep any from escaping."

There would also be units guarding the perimeter, to arrest any of Jerome's knights that were attempting to escape. "Sinjin should already be working on getting into the computer rooms, right?" Sinjin was going to hack the computer systems, leaving it near impossible for Ross or anyone to get ahold of the security footage. The plan was to hit them with surprise so they'd never see them coming.

"Jesse should be dealing with his part of the plan." Jesse had a difficult and dangerous task. He was at the Chief's home with the intent to distract the man. The Chief had remote access to the systems and security of the facility, and some security cameras set up outside were only accessible by him. If he saw anything strange, he could call his son to put people on high alert; and the sneak plan would become more of a bloodbath than they wanted.

The Chief's home was a large Victorian style home. Walking through it was unsettling even for Jesse, who had to deal with not angering any of the Knights wandering the grounds; for they were still loyal to Jerome and could attack him any moment. Fortunately Beck, his mother and grandfather, Sam, Jonah and the FBI agents were ready to storm the Chief's mansion and arrest everyone inside.

He moved slowly down the hall, two Knights behind him. His skin felt hot from the glares positioned on him. He distracted his mind from this by focusing on family portraits and photos on the wall. They weren't much, mainly pictures of Ross in his football uniform.

Much of everything was football memorabilia. Unsurprising, because the Chief-who had been on the football team during his youth-would have had nothing but pride in his son's achievements. Likely he wanted his son to become a star athlete one day; a dream that was destroyed by the prison sentence.

The oak door to the Chief's study was opened by the knights. Jesse felt himself being shoved into the room and turned around sharply, giving them a glare while dusting himself off. "Mr. Klein." He froze, his eyes darting sideways.

The Chief's large brown desk sat in the center of the room, with a large red leather chair turned to face a window overlooking the gardens below. The study door slammed shut, with the two knights standing guard on the inside.

It wouldn't be easy to incapacitate the Chief like this; not with the knights wandering the house. "Hello, Chief." The chair started to turn. Chief Ross was an overbearing and intimidating bear of a man, his piercing brown eyes studied Jesse closely. His salt and pepper hair was neatly combed back, and his beard seemed freshly trimmed. "We were going to discuss the Knights."

"Yes, you were telling me why you've decided to pull my force away upon your brother's passing."

"Right." He took a seat in the smaller leather chair before the desk. "I was just curious something before we start." The Chief reclined, his heavy hand stroking his beard. "You and your son seem to be at ends."

"He has his own ideas how things should be done. He dislikes how I've gone about everything, but is in no position to make any of the decisions."

"Yeah." Jesse folded his hands over his lap and raised an eyebrow. "Has he ever made any of his own choices?" The Chief chuckled and Jesse turned his head, thinking of his own father. "You seem to be trying to push your life on him." If he was right, Ross had never had power or control over his own life; and that was the reason he was how he was. Now Ross wanted to force others to his own whim, regardless of how they felt. He'd become a control freak, power hungry and feeling like imposing himself on people was the only way he could feel like a man. "How much of those football trophies were for him more than you?"

"What does it matter?"

"Because you never hit it big." Jesse pointed to the cane positioned like a trophy on the wall and the Chief slowly glanced over. "If I remember what my brother told me, you had a scholarship and were well on your way to being picked up when you had some sort of freak accident in college…ruining any chance you ever had of getting on the football team."

"Yeah, I had to have knee surgery, missed several seasons. Decided to go another route after that."

"So…that's why you made Ross live out your life? You wanted to see him go big and then have your dream become yours." The Chief's face tensed and his lips pulled back into a grimace. "But that didn't happen for you. He wanted to have his own life, to go his own way; but he felt powerless and out of control. He got a girlfriend, but maybe you didn't approve and then she didn't like him…"

"What are you getting at, boy?" The Chief growled, his hands trembling as he closed his fingers on the surface of his desk. The temperature in the room started to rise, to the point Jesse felt the entire house had been set on fire.

"Trina broke up with him. She broke up with him because he wasn't independent. He was just like you, and he didn't know anything else." Jesse stroked his chin, tilting his head gently. "Wanting to hold on to her because she was the one thing he felt like he could control in his life, he tried to force her to stay with him…but when she refused, he lost it. Hungry for power and control, he raped her."

The Chief's nostrils flared and his head leaned back. Jesse could see the veins in his neck bulging, and took a deep breath as the man's glare filled with malice and venom. "Then one of your officers, Trina's father, had your son arrested." Jesse snapped his fingers and shook his head. "He threw your son in jail, crushed all your dreams…but at least Ross had one thing, he learned the consequence of making his own decision. A bad decision, granted, but his own choice."

"Are you going somewhere with this?"

"Just trying to figure you out." There wasn't much to figure out, he knew well what kind of mentality these people had. "My only question is, how did you figure out David hurt others? How did you even realize the man that tried to kill your son in prison was hired by Dave?"

"You don't know?" The Chief raised his hands up, tapping his fingertips together and leaning forward. "The man that hired my son told him David hired him. So I investigated, found out other people that dated David's children who had mysteriously been injured or put through some sort of severe trauma." Jesse nodded slowly and moved his hands down, pushing them gently into his pockets.

"So what did you do then? When was this?"

"A year ago at least. I went to each man, asking about David, and found they all wanted to get back at him. So, I began formulating a plan, a plan that would make him pay for what he did to my son. Tearing away my son's life, tearing away that dream; and having the gall to try and murder my child and get away with it."

"You mean like how your son sexually assaulted his daughter?"

"That makes it right?" The Chief's voice rose and he stood swiftly, causing Jesse to flinch. "That justifies him, somehow?"

"No sir, he's not justified in that; but that also doesn't make you justified in what you're doing. Just saying." He decided not to debate what was worse; but in his mind he considered sexual assault much worse than murder. So much that the act sickened and horrified him.

The victim of murder was dead, they would never suffer again. The victim of rape never got over it; he knew people who still had flashbacks and horrors fifty years later. He knew some people, parts of outlaw biker gangs that he hoped the knights wouldn't turn into that said they prayed for their attacker to murder them.

He reviled the Ross family, hated them almost as much as Jason likely did. "Chief, did you know my grandmother had been assaulted when she was young?" The Chief grunted and Jesse looked down, dimming his eyes. "I'll never forget when I found out. I was about fifteen then, and I asked her. She clammed up, not wanting to talk about it at first…I told her I was sorry, and that I didn't quite understand. She was the first person I ever met that had been through that." His voice choked and he felt a sense of anger and sorrow coursing through him. "S-She never even told gramps. I only found out because of an old diary. She had no one, suffered her entire life with flashbacks, nightmares that led to insomnia…Even to her final days, she struggled thinking she was unclean."

"Okay?"

"The victim of murder, as much as it sounds hateful to say, they're no longer alive to suffer. Those left behind, they're the ones that suffer." He moved his hand to his chest. "I still struggle with Sasha's murder, and it threw me to the darkest parts of my life…The victims of sexual assault, they have friends and family that suffer too. A constant struggle."

Jesse clenched his hand and turned his head to the right. "Ross did it again to her. Taking advantage of her, tricking her into thinking her mother was going to survive." The Chief closed his eyes and curled a finger over his upper lip while tapping his jaw with his thumb. "I want to know why, if you wanted revenge against David, you chose to put Trina through that again. You knew what your son had done to her, or did you think he wasn't guilty?"

"I…knew he was wrong to do that." The Chief started to sit down, his voice faltering and eyes moving away from Jesse. "I wanted David to pay. My hatred for him let me get the better of me and I decided to have the boys torture his family. Told my son to let that family wait for a time before being put to death before their own father. Then I was going to kill David. Maybe I let it go on too long."

"Why do you say that?"

"My son still wishes to be in control. I know what he wants to do." The Chief let out a sad chuckle and turned his chair towards the window. "Taking Trina for his own, forcing her to be with him. Granted, as bad as it seems my son's become, he didn't want the entire family being put through what they have."

"No?"

"No. His only concern is Trina. He would have sooner let Holly and Tori go, or rather not have abducted them at all to begin with. I ordered it because it's what the other boys wanted. Holly's death? The other boys called for it, so he took advantage of Trina's wish to negotiate and let the others murder her mother."

"He really has no power, does he?"

"I'm afraid not."

"Wow." Seeing a flicker of pity in the Chief's eyes, Jesse looked down to his right pocket. His right hand caressed the recorder inside. "So he just follows your orders, and even the others?"

"They don't make orders. I do." The Chief poked his chest with his thumb and sighed. "I was the one to order the entire family kidnapped, the one to order Holly Vega's death and the torture of the family."

"I guess that's all I was concerned about." He smiled gently and cleared his throat. "Now, that said. I pulled the Knights back because my vision for them is along the lines of the founder's vision; and that means they are not an outlaw biker gang."

"Still on my payroll."

"Yes sir."

"I can have you arrested, you know."

"You can try to, sir." Jesse narrowed his eyes and bent forward, reaching to his legs. "Now if you excuse me, my shoelace is untied…" Pulling his baggy pant leg up revealed a small handgun taped to his ankle. He narrowed his eyes and yanked it away, rising up and twisting around.

The two dark knights guarding the door had little time to react as he fired a shot into their kneecaps. "What the hell!" The Chief rose and Jesse turned the gun on him, growling dangerously and tilting his head.

"I wouldn't." The chief raised his hands and Jesse slowly removed the recorder from his pocket. "You and I are going to have a little chat, Chief." Jesse walked around the desk, keeping his eyes focused on the man before him. "Don't worry, these bullets are blanks." He fired a shot at the Chief, causing him to fall over and curse.

It bought him time to open each desk drawer until he found a pair of handcuffs. "Alright Chief." The man threw his head up, growling viciously as Jesse grabbed his wrists and threw the cuffs on.

"You piece of shit."

"No. You're the piece of shit." Jesse locked the door to the study and took a few steps back. He knew it wouldn't be long before the officers below made their move, and he'd done his task of incapacitating the man.

"I do know where the key is at."

"I'm betting on that." There wasn't a doubt in his mind the Chief could find a way to free himself of those Cuffs. Or, if anything, get up and escape. "I'm also betting on you not being able to get out of the situation before I'm long gone." The two Knights started to rise up from the floor, not to his surprise. "Yeah, planned on that."

Thinking fast, he ran for the window and opened it up. "Don't you dare, Klein." Jesse took a deep breath, staring down at the bushes and grass below.

He felt almost like the pariah of his own family; the black sheep, decimating everything. It was all for what was right, though. Closing his eyes, he pictured Sasha's face. She brought a smile to him as she so often did, and he opened his eyes partially, letting out a soft exhale.

"Here goes…" The nightmare was over, at least he felt like it was. A recurring one as of late cast him in place of his brother; an evil version of himself leading the Black Knights. Trina was cast in his nightmare, being handed to him by a childish prank from none other than Jade herself; only to have Jade chase his men across the world to rescue the kidnapped girl.

It had been a strange nightmare he only associated with how personally he'd taken what happened to the Vega family and to Trina. "I could never be like that." He turned his head, glaring at the Chief and the two knights breathing heavily and glaring at him. "See ya."

He flung himself out the window and curled himself up, holding his breath as he tried to aim for the back of the Chief's pickup truck that was filled with a few garbage bags and some sealed clothing the man had picked up from the cleaners.

"Shit!"

At the facility, Trina continued to nurse her father while Tori paced the floor. David was pale and drenched in sweat. Tori stopped and turned, whimpering as she looked to her father. "What are we going to do, Trina? If Daddy dies, who'll take care of us?"

"I'll take care of you." Trina closed her eyes and breathed out. "I will."

"Who'll take care of you?"

"Don't worry about that. Besides…we have Gary."

The metal door opened and Trina turned her head, freezing up when she saw Ross entering the room with Danny. Danny's arms were crossed and a wide smirk stretched across his face. "Hello bitches," Danny said. Trina's eyes focused on Ross, who remained quiet and nonchalant. "Guess what we've got planned for you."

Tori looked to Trina and whined. She couldn't move, her eyes were dim and fear ran down her spine like a hot knife. Her stomach tightened into knots and she started to shrink as Ross's shadow fell over her. "Help me," she whispered.

Ross opened the cell door, and with each step he took, Trina felt herself struggling to breathe. She cried out in alarm as Danny grabbed Tori by the hair. "I'll be taking your ass." Tori screamed, crying out as Danny yanked her from the cell.

Trina fell back as Ross continued his approach, she crawled backwards towards the wall. She started to hyperventilate, shaking her head and clawing at the ground. "No." She whimpered as he reached down and grabbed her arm.

"Come on." She screamed as he yanked her off the floor. "We're going to the office."

"No!"

"For your own good. Pops wants you dead, but that's not happening. Fuck whatever he says."

"Please…" Ross dragged her out of the cell, slamming the door behind her. "T-Tori." She teared up, screaming at the top of her lungs. "Please, my sister. I need-"

"She's being moved to a room on Danny's floor to be watched, since there's no camera in your cell area anymore. The computers and radio systems aren't working anymore either, for some strange reason." Ross stopped in front of a window, tensing up and narrowing his eyes. "Fuck." She grabbed her throat and looked out, her eyes widening as she saw several people moving towards the facility. "Shit, shit, we've been found out!"

He turned away and Trina scanned the forces below. She saw Jade, which surprised her, then saw Jason leading them. Her heart rose and filled with a sense of hope as well as anxiety. She hoped he'd be careful, because she couldn't stand the thought of something happening to him.

"Let's move!" Ross pulled her back and she cried out as he shoved her up the stairs. "Keep walking."

"What are you going to do to me?"

"Nothing unless you don't shut up." He growled and narrowed his eyes. "Fuck, I was hoping to put a bullet in my dad's skull first. Just needed time to get your family out first. Jesus." He began to mutter, rolling his eyes. "But no, Dad wanted to let the others have their little fun taking revenge on your family. Just needed to get rid of Danny and the others first, then my dad, but no…Why does nothing go my way?" Her eyes widened and she closed her eyes, trembling as she followed him to his office.

Well, looks like it's begun. Regular and old readers may recognize the plot of Jesse's nightmare, the one time he was ever featured as a villain, hah. So everything's in motion, and it looks like the sisters have been separated. Let's hope the group can get everyone out.