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I hear the van’s engine slowing, and I lose my speed and coast around yet another corner. The van’s engine cuts off, and I don’t hear my brothers’ motorcycles. I come to a stop and swing my leg over my ride. Taking my gun out, I unclip the safety and turn my eyes to every corner and every shadow.
A door slams, and I spin around, and a gun butt smashes into my nose. I stumble back, already imagining springing back and shooting this asshole, but reality has me on my ass, and before I can shield my head in my arms, I see boots raining down on me. I’ve occasionally wondered when my end time will be and howI’ll be taken out. Not once did I think I’d be beaten to death. I’ve got to admit, it hurts like a fucking bitch.
This is it. I’m going to die in an alley between two warehouses long ago forgotten. At any moment, I’m going to be shot, and then it’s game over.
Emma’s going to be beyond angry with me. That’s worse than the thought of dying. Penelope and Tommy will grow up not remembering who I am and how much I love them. Emma is the best Mom in the world, and I know my kids will be looked after, as well as having the club behind them. I want to keep their faces in my mind, but when the kicks come to an end, and I’m staring down the barrel of a gun, it’s hard to picture anything else.
“I told your club to stay the fuck away,” a gangbanger says and clicks the safety off.
Spitting out the blood filling my mouth, I warn him, “Shooting me won’t stop the club coming for you.”
His smirk fucks me off. “Then I’ll shoot them all.”
I close my eyes and picture Emma and my babies.
My fucking world.
Mason
I light a cigarette and lean against the wall of the southern chapter’s bar they’re set up in since their clubhouse was burned down.
Jonah, Dex, Shane, Wyatt, and I were first to arrive back, and we didn’t run into a single gangbanger fuck. I shoot Myles a text letting him know I’m back at the bar and ask how he’s getting on. Before powering down my phone, my thumb hovers over Aspen’s number.
This is the longest I’ve gone not talking to her since we met, and I’m not enjoying the silence between us now. A fucking baby. How the fuck am I going to raise a child? I don’t know a single thing about babies and being a father. I know how to be a brother and a boyfriend, but a father? Nope.
I’m not happy with the way we left things, but staying would’ve had us going around in circles. Zach is the first to ride up the street, and how hard he’s riding has my stomach sinking. Something’s wrong. It’s written all over him.
I push away from the bar wall and flick my cigarette butt across the street. Cookie ride’s up next, and my heart misses a beat when I don’t see my brother.
Zach can’t meet my eye as I walk toward him, and a dread washes over me.
“Where’s my brother?” I demand.
“Mase, he split off from us, and by the time we caught up with him, the van we were chasing was speeding off, and Myles was nowhere to be seen, only his bike.”
I knew it was coming, but I still was hoping I’d be wrong.
“What the fuck do you mean? Are you saying they took him?”
He nods once and drops his eyes to the ground. I lose my shit. Grabbing his cut, I yank him to me. “Zach, are you telling me they have my brother?”
“Yes.”
Numbness takes hold of me, and he peels my fingers from his leather. I stumble back, and his voice becomes a blur.
I dig out my phone and call JJ. I don’t trust any fucker in this chapter to help me track my brother down.
“Yeah?” he answers.
“I need you and the whole fuckin’ club riding hard to Harlow. They’ve got Myles.”
I hear his sigh down the line and then shuffling. Leo’s voice is the next I hear.
“Brother? What the fuck?”
“He went out on a hunting ride, and they managed to take him.”
“Take the lead and start tracking him down. We’re leaving now.”
