Then orders started barking out from Rider and Preacher. Everyone grabbed their phones to make calls.
It was all go from there.
A blur of action while Sunny was rooted to the floor, frozen in time without her husband.
Thank god they believed her.
Within the hour, the club had reached out to every known contact they had. Ex-police officers, crooked law enforcement officers, people from the underground, and even escorts who always had their ears to the ground about new shady characters in town.
They traced Sebastian’s phone, although it was now switched off, and received a hit on his last known whereabouts, approximately forty miles outside of Colorado.
Sunny watched the clubhouse mobilize like a well-oiled team.
Orders were given and synchronized.
They geared up fast.
Once in motion, the Renegade Souls moved with haste. It had always been a sight to see, but now she was terrified because it involved the love of her existence.
Hawk wrapped his arms around Sunny and kissed the top of her head.
“Dad, please find him.”
“I’ll bring you right to him when we know something, Sunny girl.”
“Please,” she begged, emotion welling like a tidal wave.
“Baby, let them go.” Gia soothed when she tried to follow the bikers.
Tanner was swinging on his jacket, suddenly looking older than his years. He tracked over to her and stopped in front of Sunny. Though they hadn’t spoken a word in weeks, he cupped the side of her head. “He’s okay, Sunny. I know it. There’s nothing on this earth that would make Seb leave you.”
She could only nod, though her heart was screaming. She knew it to be true, which made the reality even scarier because someone had made him do this. Seb was in danger.
How much danger they didn’t know yet.
Time stopped for her.
There was nothing without Sebastian.
No breath, no heartbeats.
Sunny wouldn’t exist without Sebastian.
She wasn’t strong enough to go on without him. Though that was what he would insist she do. Her happiness. But that wasn’t what she could do.
There was no happiness without Sebastian.
He was every beat of her heart.
It wasn’t an offhand sentiment to say she lived and breathed for his love.
“Mom, I won’t survive without him,” she whispered into her mom’s chest. “I don’t want to be here without my Seb.”
At her side, Seb’s mom, Ruby, squeezed her fingers. She was just as scared for their boy.
Sunny wasn’t a rock. She was never a tower of strength. Crises were not her forte. She was breaking apart at the seams, held together through sheer hope and prayers.
She was a woman who’d lassoed her heart around a boy when she was born, and he’d owned her heart and soul ever since. Sunny wouldn’t be far behind him if the worst likely outcome happened, and he was gone. It was a certainty.
