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The plan was always for them to join us once Leo returned from London, but now they’ll be leaving hours earlier.
“Will do.”
Ending the call, I go to slide my phone into my pocket, but I stop. I call Aspen.
“Hey,” she answers.
“Leo and the club are leaving to come to Harlow. I need you to join them and come down.”
“What’s happened?”
“Myles has been taken, and I need you.”
“I’m on my way.”
Whatever’s been going on, I know I can rely on her to be there for me. And right now, I need her more than ever.
Throwing open the bar door, it slams against the wall, and the pane of glass cracks.
Dex and Shane are on their feet as soon as they see me.
Cookie is apparently the bravest in this pussy-ass chapter and makes the mistake of approaching me.
“Brother, he went off by himself… there was fuckin’ nothin’ we could do.”
I clench my hand into a fist, seconds away from taking a swing at him when Zach moves fast and blocks Cookie from my view.
“What did Jay say?” he asks to distract me from wanting to kick the shit out of my southern brother.
“I spoke to Leo. They’re on their way. We're going to start searching.”
“Then let’s do that. We’ll get him back, Mase. You know we will.”
Of course, I fucking know it, but he shouldn’t have been in that situation in the first place.
I would fight for any brother wearing the Lost Souls patch, but Myles, he’s different. I shared the womb with him for eight months. I will tear this town apart and anyone who gets in my way. There are at least three days before Leo and the club arrive. It gives me seventy-two hours to find him. I can’t even think what his chances will be if I still haven’t found him by the time the Willow’s Peak chapter arrives.
Chapter One
Mason
Three fucking days.
That’s how long we’ve been searching for my brother and how many days we’ve come up empty. I didn’t think Harlow was that big of a town to start with, but I was wrong; it’s a fucking maze of hidden spots that open into more hidden areas. There haven’t even been many sightings of the gangfuckers who took Myles. On the odd occasion we hear one of them is about, they’re gone by the time we get to the location. If there were to be an upshot to the temporary absence of my brother, my focus would have been on him and not the shit show that is my life at the moment. Brothers are steering clear of me, and I don’t blame them. This rage clouded in uncertainty is consuming me. Though I’m pissed, I’m fucking scared. It’s a new notion for me to feel fear, and I don’t know how to deal with it. I can’t handle not knowing the fate of Myles. He can take a beating. He’s strong, physically and mentally, and he’s resilient. I imagine he’s giving as much as he’s getting, which is probably getting him hurt even more. But still, the thought of anyonecausing my brother any type of pain has me coiled tight and ready to strike at the first possible opportunity. There will be no mercy shown to the assholes who took him.
Mom and Grumps are constantly burning up my phone wanting updates, and it kills me each time I have nothing new to tell them. As if the universe wants me to feel even worse, my phone rings, and Emma’s name flashes across the screen. I light another cigarette before forcing myself to answer. I only pick up because Myles would want me to, and he would respond if the roles were reversed, which makes me think of Aspen, and my gut drops. She’ll be here soon enough, and I’ll deal with her then. I answer and press the phone to my ear.
“Hey, Em.”
“Hey, I’m sorry to call again, but I’m going out of my mind. Please tell me there’s something you can tell me, and you just haven’t had the time to call.”
I can’t bear hearing the fear in her voice; it matches my own, and I’m not dealing with that, let alone anyone else’s.
“There’s nothing to say, Em. I’m sorry.”
She releases a long, shaky breath, and it hits me straight in the chest. Myles has responsibilities. He has children he needs to be around for. He’s a great father and Penelope and Tommy adore him. I won’t return to Willow’s Peak unless I bring my niece and nephew their Daddy with me. That’s an unspoken promise to them both. Fuck, my chest tightens at the thought of their little faces registering they’re never going to see their father again.
“I won’t stop looking for him, Em.”
