I nodded.I had to.Because if I let myself think anything else, I wouldn’t be able to move.
Wheels grabbed my jacket from the back of the couch and helped me into it.His hands lingered on my shoulders for one second.
Then he leaned down and pressed a kiss to my forehead.Not soft.Not sweet.A promise.“We’ve got this.”
I looked up at him.And there it was.The thing I needed before we walked into whatever nightmare waited at my sister’s house.
Wheels.
Solid.
Mine.
The Ledger had stolen my home, my job, my safety, and maybe now they were trying to steal the only family I had left.
But they hadn’t stolen him.
Twister opened the back door.“Move.”
This time, I didn’t hesitate.
I walked out with Wheels at my side and the club behind me, praying with every step that we weren’t already too late.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Wheels
I’ve never ridden my bike that hard.
The engine screamed beneath me as I cut between cars, my eyes constantly moving from the road to the mirrors and back again.Goldie clung to my waist behind me, and I could feel every ounce of fear in the way her arms locked around me.
I knew exactly where her head was.
Novalea.
Twister led us through traffic with Magnum right behind him.Hodge stayed on my left whenever the lanes widened enough, while Swift covered the rear.
I reached back for just a second, squeezing the hand she had wrapped around my stomach.“We’re getting there.”
She nodded against my back.I felt it more than I saw it.
Please let us not be too late.
The thought wasn’t mine.
The neighborhood changed as we turned off the main road.
Smaller homes.Older trees.Quiet streets.Kids’ bikes leaned against garages.A basketball hoop sat over a driveway.The kind of place where people waved at each other when they got the mail.
Goldie had told me Novalea loved living here.Said she knew half the neighbors by name.Said her students occasionally rode their bikes past the house and waved if they saw her outside.It looked like exactly the kind of neighborhood where nothing bad was supposed to happen.
Twister slowed, and he raised one hand.We all eased off our throttles.
“There,” Goldie whispered behind me.I followed her line of sight.
Blue shutters.White siding.Flower beds lining the front porch.A little wooden sign beside the sidewalk that read:Welcome.
Then I saw it.The front door standing open.
