Bluegrass Undercover (Bluegrass Brothers)

buffalo. She watched the doorknob turn and knew it was time to protect Cade once again. It always seemed like he was getting in trouble.
    The door swung open and Larry and Curly came busting through. Annie heard the sound of Cade’s knife tearing through Larry’s jacket. Curly looked to his injured friend and Annie swung away. The contact with the back of Curly’s head reverberated up her arms. Annie didn’t have time to smile as Curly crumpled to the ground, landing on top a moaning and bleeding Larry. Two down, five to go.
    Moe and one of the roid triplets tried to fight their way in, but they both couldn’t get over their two downed comrades. As the hairless ball of muscle made his way through, she decided Cade could have him. He was really big. A girl does need to recognize her limitations after all. Anyway, she wanted a reunion for her and her Three Stooge partner who was having trouble trying to climb over his friends.
    “Long time no see.” When he looked up from trying to untangle himself, she smacked him with the bat. His nose wasn’t straight anyway. Maybe they could finally fix that in jail.
    Moe went tumbling backwards as the blood gushed from his nose. He stepped backwards and into, well really more like onto, the unconscious Curly. Moe’s arms pinwheeled as he lost his footing. Annie watched as he lost his fight with gravity. He collapsed against the door, his head smashing into the frame. Annie watched him for a second, but he didn’t move. He had been knocked out when he had fallen.
    “Jesus Christ. Do I have to do everything? Just kill her for crying out loud. How hard can it be?” a Scottish accented voice said.
    “Gaylen, is that you? You know, if you wanted to come for a visit, you could have just called.” Cade walked to one side of the pile of downed thugs, wiping the bloody blade of his knife on his Beardie boxers. Too bad, blood was hard to get out and those were really cute boxers.
    “You know why I came, Davies. You leaked our operation to the cops and as a result we were raided. I told you not to cross the Boss. You knew the price of betrayal when we started our partnership, so we’re here to collect. Doug, hold him down while we kill her.” Annie’s grasp on the bat slackened as the reality set in. They weren’t here to rough up Cade, they were here to kill her in retribution for the raid.
    A beast of a man came forward and easily took a large step over the still moaning Larry pinned down by an unconscious Curly. He went right for Cade, but before she could take a swing at him, the last of the triplets came at her. He stood easily at six feet and was nothing but hulking muscle.
    “Get her, but just hold her. I want to have this pleasure.” Trevor Gaylen stepped forward into the room. He was handsome in a dangerous way in his black suit, his red hair slicked back, but it was the cold of his eyes that worried her.
    Annie had seen enough to know she was in trouble. She didn’t dare take her eyes off of them, but heard Cade in a battle with Doug the Beast. She tightened her grip on the wood bat. Her slick palms slid over the smooth wood as she brought the bat up and swung with all she had at one huge, shiny, bald head.
    It was a great swing. She felt it arching through the air, the momentum of the bat twisting her body. Suddenly she was yanked off her feet. The bat had made contact, but not with his head as she had hoped. He had grabbed the bat with his bare hand and jerked it forward. She was powerless to stop herself from falling forward as he pulled the bat towards him. She lost her balance and fell forward, right into his muscle-bound chest. Strong arms wrapped around her, crushing her to the point of not being able to even shout to Cade. One of the vices called an arm moved from around her back to grip her hair as she was thrown to the ground.
    “Annie!” Cade screamed. She heard the smack of a punch hitting the mark and then Cade cursing.
    “Well, now we get to be properly introduced. My name is Trevor Gaylen, and I will be your executioner tonight,” he purred in his Scottish brogue. He pulled out a knife from behind his back.
    Annie fought for all she had. She pulled until she felt her hair tearing out of her scalp. She tried to kick, punch, bite, anything, but was held unmercifully by Baldy. Pain shot down her shoulder as he kept her on her knees. Trevor walked forward, the knife held casually and confidently at his side until he stood before her.
    Annie