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He says the words with such ease that I swear I must’ve heard him wrong. New rage snakes its way through me as Krack and Digg gasp, no doubt at what this fucker just said.
“Hold on a fucking minute! What do you mean you know where my daughter is?”
Breathing a heavy sigh full of annoyance, Micah chimes in,
“Let me introduce you to my half-brother, Templar Knight.”
What the hell? I never knew that Micah had any siblings and I’ve never seen this guy before. Goes to show that you never know everything about someone even if you’re acquainted with them. I fear no man, but Templar is intimidating and what is with the black trench coat?
“I don’t give a fuck who he is, all I want to know is how does he know where Harper is?” I state as we all continue staring at him.
“Let me set the record straight. I’m not part of the Devil’s Inferno. As a matter of fact, I don’t believe in all this brotherhood bullshit. We’re all accountable for our own bullshit and when we leave here, it won’t be with your so-called brothers riding to wherever your deeds have led you. I do believe in having people watch your back. That’s what I do. Now, it was while I was walking with the Lord one hostile evening that I saw something right outside the Devil’s territory. Black SUVs, coming and going from the house?
“How many SUVs would you say?” I demand, needing all the details.
“Maybe three or four. And on one occasion, I caught a glimpse of a young boy playing outside. Nothing necessarily suspicious.” He shrugged, as if what he just said wasn’t a significant piece of information.
“Not suspicious? A bunch of black SUVs coming in and out all hours of the day and night like it’s fucking area 51, ain’t suspicious to you?” Krack asks angrily, moving closer to him.
Templar stood cool and unfazed by Krack’s outburst and says,
“No, it wasn’t, little genius.
If looks could kill, Templar would be dead where he stands. Krack meets his stare in challenge but doesn’t say anything further. The only reason being the importance of getting all the information we need to execute Harper’s rescue plan. Swinging his dark gaze back to me, Templar continues,
“What was different about this morning is when one of the SUVs pulled up to the place and two men dressed in tactical gear pulled something large from the back seat. Then I heard a scream and decided to take a closer look.”
I’m hanging on his every word, desperate to hear and know that he saw my little girl.
“I see a little pair of arms, then little red pigtails. She was kicking and screaming as they hauled her into the house.”
My adrenaline kicked up like a fucking storm at hearing him describe Harper.
“You saw this and didn’t stop them or at least confront them?” Eagle questions, asking him the words swirling in my head.
“You want to interrogate me, or do you want the details?” Templar grits out. His voice is menacing as his face begins to match the darkness in his gaze that finds mine again.
“When I moved in closer to take a better look, I saw they were heavily armed, and without a gun of my own, I wasn’t stupid enough to attempt a rescue, possibly losing her in the process. Like a good neighbor, I reported the shady event to Micah, at which time I learned of your daughter’s abduction.”
Relief washes over me as I absorb everything Templar relayed. At the same time, rage plows through my relief at the thought of these fuckers taking my daughter.
“What the fuck are we waiting for?!?” I yell, looking around at all my brothers. “Let’s fucking roll!”
“Hold on, brother,” Eagle cautions. “We need to know what we’re walking into.”
I’m one second from losing my shit on him when a hand comes to rest on my shoulder and Templar says,
“There’s at least one other kid there and we don’t know the layout of the house or how many of these devils we’ll be facing. If we go in blind, we risk their lives and ours. And it’ll be a hard fucking feat rescuing anybody from the grave.”
His words once again break through my rage, allowing my years of training to come through. I stare long and hard at him as the only thing that matters returns to me. Getting my daughter back and letting my rage loose on all those who put a single fucking finger on her.
19
Lizzie
My body feels as though I’ve been run over by a semi. The physical aches that I have are nothing compared to the emotional pain that consumes me. The moment that Harper was taken plays over and over in my mind like a horror movie that I can’t unsee. My throat still burns from screaming her name, hoping to wake up from this nightmare that has become our lives. The happily ever after that was within reach, snatched away in an instant. This just doesn’t make any sense. Who would want to take our baby girl from us? The easy answer is Zeke, but he actually tried to prevent her from being taken. What other enemy was lurking in the shadows, undetected, managing to calculate, and execute the perfect plan to make Zeke believe the only plan was to take me? If it meant saving Harper, I would sacrifice myself over and over again. The thought of those men having my baby causes a wave of nausea to come over me and I move out of Alise’s arms and make it just in time as bile burns my throat.
Dry heaves wrack my body as the events of the day settle heavily in my gut. All I want is my baby girl back in my arms, safe and sound. Our Rebels family has been so supportive and they feel our pain as if it were their own. Hopefully, the guys will come up with a plan to try and locate Harper. She must be so scared, I think to myself as another round of tears spill down my face.
