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“I’m calling in backup. I don’t like not knowing what we are getting into.” Dalton grumbles darkly, and I can see his phone screen light brightening the backseats as he types a quick message. “Where am I sending the club?” He asks with an exhausted sigh, probably feeling like this will never end.
When will our girl finally be safe?
“Golden Yacht Marina is where Cruz has been staying. It’s the only thing that makes sense,” Logan says, staring straight ahead out the window shield, his knee starting to bounce with nerves, which makes my palms sweat.
I don’t like this gut feeling.
“How do you know?” I ask through gritted teeth, pressing my foot down on the petal, zooming by honking cars, but not giving a damn if I side-swipe another vehicle as long as we make it in time to Tillie.
“Jin has, I mean, had a yacht in that marina. And Cruz is currently turning into the entrance,” Nicky groans, gasping for breath, and hunches over into Tey’s side.
“Fuck!” Dalton mutters quietly, his fingers flying over his phone screen.
“We’ll get there. She's okay. She’s ours, and we protect what’s ours,” Tey whispers over and over behind me, maybe trying to comfort all of us or himself.
I only know if we take too long to get to her, that yacht can sail anywhere over the seas and we’ll never see our girl again.
“Drive faster, Dom.” Logan’s tone comes out dark, on edge, and almost to the point of frantic.
“I am. I’ll get us there in time,” I promise with conviction in my tone, and I start praying for the first time in a long time.
Please, God, keep her safe until we can get to her.
I repeat that prayer over and over the whole way to the marina, hardly remembering the drive there. I drove from point A to point B on autopilot, as my stomach tightened with the kind of fear that consumes you whole. The kind you can’t stop thinking about, wondering about, and analyzing every possible outcome.
I turn on the street of Golden Yacht Marina, going a little too fast as I jerk the steering wheel and come to a stop with a smoking tailpipe and screeching tires. Car doors open and slam, all of us waiting on Nicky’s lead as he stares at his phone, cursing in Japanese again.
“What?” I bark, feeling my heart pound so hard as if it wants to jump out of my chest cavity and flop around until it just stops.
“They are already out on the water, moving fast and heading southeast.” Nicky slumps against Tey, his face panicking as he looks at all of us.
“Fuck this. Who knows how to drive a boat?” Logan asks, pacing back and forth with his hands on his hips in anger.
“Oh hell. We might die, but I have a club brother who can,” Dalton groans and swipes a hand down his face as we hear a rumble of engines getting closer and closer until motorcycles are loudly ringing in my ears.
"It doesn't matter how well he can steer a fucking boat. We need to go now before she’s too far ahead. Once she crosses a certain part of water, trading begins, and literal pirates take over the sea of those parts,” Nicky explains, sweat covering his brow as he gasps and holds his ribs.
“Okay, okay. Axel is driving. Nicky, you should stay here-,” Logan starts, but Nicky cuts him off with an icy glare.
“I’d like to see you try,” Nicky responds, straightening to his full height, even though it has to hurt.
“Drop it, Lo. You’d be going too, even if you had a bullet embedded into your skin,” Tey remarks and rubs Nicky’s back absentmindedly, as he peers around at the boats surrounding us.
Axel cuts off his bike engine and swings his leg over the seat before quickly striding over to us to stand next to Dalton.
“What do you need, Prez?” His club brother asks, nodding to us before giving Dalton his attention.
“The usual, brother. Stealing a ride, saving our girl, and you’re the fucking driver of this fucking little boat,” Dalton tells him, clapping him on the back, and starts jogging towards the dock boards.
“We can’t take a yacht. We need a small speed boat.” Tey keeps looking around and raising a single eyebrow at something off to the right of the docks.
“Lead the way,” I say, knowing Tey just found our ride by the mysterious grin on his face that slightly freaks me out.
“It’s not going to be pleasant. This type of boat is for stealth and speed.” Tey cackles and starts leading the way,with Nicky attached to his side as he limps on his right leg.
“I need a fucking vacation. I’m too young for this shit,” Logan mumbles to himself and strides after them while Dalton and Axel walk next to me.
“I’m sure Dalton informed you of the situation with Rig. He made it to Doc?” I ask, trying to distract myself from losing my damn mind as we jog down the docks, passing big yachts until we see rusty fishermen's boats, and then each ship starts to get smaller and smaller than the last.
