Chapter 8: Crossroad

It was nearly nightfall when Sara and company stepped out of the salon. She was getting tired, but knew with the deal going down that night she’d have to stay awake for a little bit longer. The next part of the plan was to head for Van’s place so the guys could change, then it would be off to the club to meet Tommy Gallo and friends, a thought Sara was already beginning to dread. She could feel that tonight was not going to be a good night for them, especially not for her since she had been forced to keep the gun concealed in a garter between her legs. Even in the car, Sara remained uncomfortable, adjusting her position several times until the gun finally felt comfortable.

As she leaned back in the passenger’s seat, she stole a glance at the side view mirror to make sure that no one was on their tail. That was when Sara jerked up and twisted her entire body around to look out the back window, scaring Van in the process.

“What?” he asked, sitting up straight and looking at her, but she wasn’t looking at him.

“That damn car is after us,” Sara replied as she sat back down the right way, her heart beginning to race.

“What car?” Deaq questioned as he looked in his rear view mirror and spotted the black Escalade that was following them. He began to speed up, but Sara put a hand on his shoulder.

“Act normal,” she ordered. “Let him follow. I think I have an idea. Where can we get cornered?”

“Cornered, what?” Deaq shot back.

“Do you trust me?” Sara asked seriously.

“What do you mean, do I trust you?” he replied.

“Do you trust me? It’s a simple question. Answer truthfully,” she said.

“After what happened with Van, I guess I’ll have to say I do,” Deaq finally acknowledged.

“Then let this guy corner us.” Deaq gave Sara another look like he thought she was crazy, but then turned off the main road and into a side street. She reached down and pulled the gun out from beneath her dress, pulling the safety.

“What are you doing?” Van asked from the back seat, finally getting into the conversation even though he would have preferred to stay quiet. It was just in his nature to question things that didn’t seem right to him.

“Don’t get in the middle of this fight, Van, ‘cause you’re gonna lose,” Sara blatantly replied as she checked to make sure the car was still following them. Deaq soon pulled to a stop and turned off the engine. “Have your guns ready, boys. This might just get messy,” she added, getting out of the car and pointing the gun towards the approaching Escalade. It stopped suddenly in front of her.

“Get out of the car!” Sara shouted. “NOW! Hands up!” The door opened, and suddenly she began to feel that warmth radiating from the Witchblade telling her that this person was okay to trust. As the driver stepped out of the car, Sara lowered her gun and angrily yelled, “ Nottingham ! What the hell are you doing here?”

Ian had that “deer caught in headlights” expression on his face as he stared at Sara in disbelief. She looked so completely different that at first he didn’t recognize her. His head immediately went down when he realized that her partners had stepped out of the car and joined her, their guns aiming straight towards him. “I’m sorry to scare you, my Lady,” Ian softly replied.

“You know what, you did? What the hell are you doing here anyway? I thought you were going to stay in New York and not stalk me for once. You promised me that you wouldn’t get in my way,” Sara yelled as she held her gun to her side.

“I promised you I wouldn’t keep bothering you about your reasons for leaving New York ,” he answered.

“Great, so you show up in LA and shadow me like you always have. Don’t you know Irons doesn’t control you anymore?” she reasoned, keeping her words in check to make sure her partners didn’t get any ideas. “You don’t need to shadow me anymore! I don’t want you to! I don’t like it! It scares me! Do you understand?”

Ian came up close to her and whispered, “My job has always been to protect the Wielder. How can I protect you if you’re three thousand miles away in another city?”

Sara gritted her teeth when he brought up her new titled as wielder of the Witchblade. “I don’t need your protection, Nottingham . I’m a big girl. I can take care of myself,” she growled.

“Even when I have information pertaining to your current case?” Ian quickly turned the tables on Sara.

“What information?” she wearily replied before being so rudely interrupted by one of her partners.

“Sara, who the hell is this guy?” Deaq asked, never once glancing away from the black clad man that now towered in front of him and began to wonder why Sara wasn’t so afraid of the man. He looked menacing, a guy that nobody wanted to mess with.

“Guys, you can put the guns down. He’s not a threat,” Sara ordered as she slipped her own gun back to its holster near her inner thigh. “At least not yet,” she added, a sly grin coming across her deep red lips. 

“So, who is he?” Van restated Deaq’s question as the two of them came closer.

“Van, Deaq, meet Ian Nottingham, Kenneth Irons’ ex bodyguard. Nottingham , I really don’t think I need to introduce you to my partners because if my suspicions are correct, you’ve already done your homework on them,” Sara introduced. Her partners looked at her, confused, but she continued. “So, Nottingham , what information do you have that might help us tonight?”

“Gallo has a surveillance team on you, which was made clear earlier this afternoon when one of his men tried to take out your partner,” Ian explained as he pointed to Van. “I’ve taken out several others who have been trailing you ever since you left the warehouse this afternoon.”

“What do you mean, taken out?” Sara wearily interrupted, beginning to wonder what he meant even though her sinking suspicions told her the answer was exactly what she was thinking.

“You know what I mean,” Ian answered, a gleam appearing in his eyes.

“You didn’t!” she yelled, giving him an angry whack in the shoulder.

He smiled and said, “No, I didn’t. I’ll disclose the whereabouts of their location when it is necessary. Right now, they’re the least of your trouble. Gallo is planning a massive attack on you at the club this evening. I strongly advise that you to stay away.”

“No way!” Van interrupted. He turned to Sara and added, “It took us too long to get this close to him. We’re not aborting the mission just because he says that Gallo is gonna try and take us out. I’ll just have Billie beef up security. That’s all we need, more backup.”

“He’s right, Sara,” Deaq replied. “It took us nearly six weeks to get this close to Gallo. We can’t just throw it down the toilet because of one minor setback. Since Nottingham has confirmed Gallo’s planning to take us out tonight, the better prepared we can be to take him out instead.”

Sara’s eyes bounced from Ian to her partners, trying to figure out which side to take. Finally, her gaze settled on Van and Deaq as she replied, “Sorry, Nottingham , I have to go with these two. I want Gallo as much as they do. He really needs to get off the streets.”

“Very well, my Lady,” Ian said as he nodded and headed back to his vehicle. “If you need my help, I’ll be nearby.” Sara nodded as he pulled away from the dead ended alley and back onto the main road. She sighed heavily, his words weighing upon her like a huge sandbag filled with lead.

“That was weird,” Van said as he began making his way back to the car. “What was with all that ‘My Lady’ crap anyway?”

Sara merely shook her head as she slid into the passenger’s seat once more, the gun beginning to bother her yet again as it shifted uncomfortably against her inner thigh. Even as she tried to find a position that made the gun less of a pain, Ian’s words ran loudly through her mind. ‘Gallo is planning a massive attack on you at the club this evening. I strongly advise that you stay away… If you need my help, I’ll be nearby.’

‘This is definitely going to be one of those nights,’ Sara thought, shaking her head unconsciously.

Chapter 9: Break Stuff

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