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But less than a second after that knife sliced through my zip ties, it was pressed painfully against my throat.
Every thought I’d had of punching, kicking, and gouging until I could get away flew right out the window because I already felt droplets of blood trickling down my neck. One more move would open my jugular.
“Come on,” Vince encouraged, holding out his free hand for me to take. “Let’s go for a ride.”
“To Hell?” I muttered, getting to my feet.
Vince grinned. “Pretty fucking close.”
Chapter Thirty-Five
BISHOP
Calli stood next to the ambulance, one hand on the door as they loaded Whip inside. He’d lost a lot of blood, but the EMT seemed hopeful since he was still awake and somewhat alert, but time was running out.
“Go, Calli,” I urged, trying to move her into the back so they could close the doors and get going.
“You need to find her, Dad,” she demanded, her voice cracking as tears fell. “I said all those things, and I can’t stand the idea that I might never get to say I’m sorry or tell her how much I love her again.”
“I know. I’ll find her,” I promised, trying to force the words out with certainty and confidence. “I will.”
She nodded, finally allowing the paramedic to pull her in and shut the doors, the lights and sirens instantly lighting up the street as they pulled out at full speed. “Trigg, you and Drew follow them to the hospital. You give me updates as soon as there are any.” The two men turned and ran to their rides, the roar of their Harleys coming to life as they sped out of the compound. “The rest of you, church!”
Everyone who hadn’t been at the clubhouse twenty minutes ago was now there, including Missy, Kadey, and Missy’s best friend, Gem.
The boys marched inside with me, following me into church.
I felt lost. Numb.
But thankful I had a room full of men who were determined to bring Shay back because, at that moment, my brain was full of fog and thick with regrets.
Why did I wait so fucking long? Why did I not follow my gut when it screamed she was the one?
I’d spent the past few months avoiding Shay, interacting with her but otherwise tried to keep my distance because I was scared of these feelings and what they meant. I’d told myself every fucking excuse in the book to convince myself to stay away.
Shay was young.
What if she wanted a family?
What if she wanted to travel the world?
What if this life that I lived couldn’t keep her happy?
Being the Old Lady of a brother wasn’t sunshine and rainbows.
It took strength and persistence. It took knowing when to keep quiet and when to speak up. Shay didn’t know how to keep quiet. The woman was a force of nature if she saw something she didn’t like or agree with, but that was exactly one of the reasons I’d fallen so hard for her. It had proved exactly the kind of woman she was.
And it told me I needed to listen more to the universe when it was trying to throw in my face what it knew I needed instead of trying to control everything to get what I thought I needed.
I wish I’d seized every opportunity, but now, I just needed to make sure there were more.
I fell into my chair at the head of the table, this being one of the rare times we left the church doors open so families or prospects could come and go.
We needed all hands on this, everyone working together like a well-oiled machine.
“What do we know?” I questioned, scanning the room.
“The green light was lit just a few hours ago, from the sounds of it,” Cain offered, tossing his phone onto the table. “A guy I know in the Niner’s crew said the message that came through was a hundred grand, valid until eight o’clock tonight.”
