At first, when Dr. Holloway had said she wasn’t in the private suite, he’d had a sinking feeling she may have heard his earlier conversation with Jared and Sid, but that didn’t seem to be thecase. He wasn’t going to hide what was said. He was going to tell her everything, and now that may not happen.
Sloan cursed as he pushed his bike harder than he ever had in his life. He heard the motorcycles catching up to him, but he didn’t even look their way. Sloan also heard sirens, but then they stopped, and he knew his men had informed the cops they were on VC business.
Turning off the Double A, his back tire slid, but he kept control of the bike. Climbing the hill, he almost passed the field where the SUV Becky had taken was parked. The hood was up, which had him instantly alert. Pulling up, he quickly got off the bike, then rounded the SUV.
“Frankie?” Sloan frowned, then looked around. “Where is Becky?”
“They took her,” Frankie said frantically as he ran to the driver’s side, getting under the dashboard. “Why in the fuck won’t this piece of shit start?”
“Frankie!” Sloan reached down and pulled him out from under the dashboard. That was when he got a good look at his battered face. Fuck! “Who took her?”
“Six guys. The main one was a half-breed, but there are more. A lot more where they’re taking my mom. They blindfolded me, but I know we traveled about fifteen minutes before meeting Mom here.” Frankie jerked his arm away just as other bikes pulled into the field. “I told her not to come. Fuck! I tried to stop them, but they forced her into a van and took off. I tried to catch up to them, but I couldn’t.”
Sloan had never felt the rage that roared through him, and it surprised him. He’d been mad as fuck in the past, but this wasdifferent. His body radiated fury, and he knew the others felt it because no one approached him. They just stood, waiting for orders.
“I know.” Sloan forced the words out as he looked at Frankie. “I will find her.”
“He was saying weird shit to her, man.” Frankie looked panicked but was actually holding together pretty well considering. “It was like he was infatuated with her. Who the fuck are these people? Two assholes grabbed me when I was coming out of one of my classes and wouldn’t tell me a fucking thing. They took my phone which is how they contacted mom.”
Looking toward the SUV, Sloan frowned, then looked at Adam, who stood waiting. “You got a read on her?”
“Working on it,” Adam said, then looked at Frankie. “Which way did they go?”
Frankie pointed in the direction, and Sloan looked over his shoulder. He walked to the SUV and looked inside. “Her phone?”
“It’s not in there.” Frankie shook his head. “I tore it apart already looking for the damn keys.”
Sloan nodded, then pulled out his phone. He found the tracking app Lacey and Jinx had set up for them and stared at Becky’s phone's location. It wasn’t moving, which meant it had been tossed. He looked in that direction.
Outwardly, he knew he looked calm, but inwardly, a murderous rage was building. He used his hundreds of years of training to control it so he could think clearly. The first thing he needed to do was find her. Then he would let his rage loose, and God help anyone in his way.
Motorcycles sounded as they filled the field. Charger got off and went directly to Sloan. “I called in Zander and his group. Figured there would be demons involved considering what’s happened with Becky.”
“Demons? What do you mean?” Frankie frowned, looking between Sloan and Charger. “What happened to my mom?”
“Fuck,” Charger hissed, rubbing the back of his neck.
“I will explain everything later, Frankie.” Sloan’s voice was hard, but he kept it as calm as he could. “Right now, we need to focus on finding her.”
“Sloan.” Zander nodded as he stepped forward. “We’re here to help in any way we can. My men have been told to follow your orders and the orders of your Warriors.”
Zander had always had an issue with Sloan. Sloan never really knew why and, well, he just hadn’t given a shit. Not then and definitely not now. Sloan reached out his hand. “I appreciate it,” Sloan replied, then shook Zander’s hand.
Another SUV pulled up with King, Rafe, and Rafe’s men jumping out. “What in the fuck happened?” Rafe made his way to him.
Sloan had to admit that having Rafe there was a big help. That man knew exactly how to calm Sloan’s ass down. He’d already done it in the viewing room not even an hour ago, and Sloan was very close to losing his shit right now.
“They used Becky’s son to get her alone.” Sloan glanced at Frankie. “A half-breed has her.” He sent Rafe a silent message that Frankie didn’t know anything about what happened to Becky and not to say anything they had learned in the interrogation room from Phillips.
Understanding crossed Rafe’s face, then he looked back at the vehicle where one of his men stood as if guarding the SUV. “I brought him, the doctor.” Rafe looked back at Sloan. “He might be useful.”
“Tell your man to find out if he knows where they could have taken Becky.” Sloan’s lip curled in a sneer. “Tell him to beat it out of him if he has to, but don’t kill him. That’s my fucking job.”
Frankie looked at the SUV, then back at Sloan. “What is going on, Sloan?”
When Sloan turned away, not answering, Frankie grabbed his arm. “Dammit, what is happening with my mom? Who the fuck are these people? And why is he talking about demons?”
Sloan turned, not having time for this shit, but knowing Frankie deserved an explanation. Just not now. Not when every second mattered. “Listen to me.” Sloan tried to keep the growl out of his voice, but it was damn near impossible. “Your mom is in danger, and right now, I don’t have time to explain anything. I’m going to get her back, Frankie. Do you trust me?”
