Page 59 of Torrent’s Treasure

“You think?” he asked.

“I know. The boy who Dragon and I brought home has become a man who loves deep and protects his club and family. I love that for you, Torrent,” Sally beamed with pride and love.

He nodded, his throat too full to say anything.

Dragon walked up. “Darlin’, are you making trouble?” he teased.

Sally chuckled. “Nope. Just telling our boy how proud of him I am,” she shared.

“He has done well, hasn’t he? Maybe he should give some lessons to Maverick so he can settle down too,” Dragon mused.

“Well, speak of the devil,” Dragon noted, as his phone rang with Maverick’s number.

“Hey, Maverick, you on your way back?” Dragon asked.

“What? When?” Dragon growled, snapping his fingers and pointing for someone to turn down the music.

“Okay, we’ll get on the road and meet you. Don’t do anything stupid, and don’t fucking go in without us and a plan,” Dragon ordered.

“What happened?” Torrent demanded. Maverick could be a little crazy, but he wouldn’t endanger himself unless there was something seriously wrong.

“All right, listen up. We’re on lockdown. Gunner, I need any video from near Abby’s house and roads leaving Demise. Cauldron, Fury, Ashe—you’re with me and Torrent. We’ll meet Maverick, who is following up on a lead of where Abby was taken. Bravo, you and Mammoth, head to Abby’s to help Jonah. He’s been shot and has a head wound but was aware enough to tell Maverick that Useless had taken Abby. Deacon, you’re in charge until we get back. Get Willow here behind compound walls. I don’t want to worry about someone using her, too,” Dragon bellowed.

Torrent walked toward their room to retrieve his guns, grabbing Cecilia’s hand, leading her with him.

“I’ve got to go. We’ve gone over what to do. I’ll let you know what’s going on as soon as I can,” Torrent explained, grabbing his extra guns and ammo, putting them in a backpack.

“I’ve got this at home. Don’t worry about us. Be the hero I know you are and help them. Love you. Be safe,” Cecilia urged, kissing him, then pushing him toward the door. He ran down the stairs, stopping to drop a kiss on Calliope’s head.

“Stay inside. Love you too,” he said as he ran out and got on his bike.

“Roll out,” Dragon shouted, twirling his finger in the air and pulling out.

Torrent followed, hoping that they could find Abby before Useless had done something that she couldn’t come back from. His thoughts drifted to his best friend. Even though Dragon had given an order for Maverick to wait, Torrent knew his friend, and if it was a choice between keeping Abby safe or keeping himself safe, Maverick would choose to protect someone else every time.

The ride to Demise went quickly with Bravo and Mammoth peeling off to tend to Jonah. When they stopped, Torrent needed to check if anyone had called Mace because as the President of his club, he’d want to know one of his members was missing. Dragon pulled over and Torrent pulled in behind him.

“Maverick, what’s going on?” Dragon stared down at his phone, his jaw tight.

Torrent got off his bike, wanting to hear what Maverick was saying.

“Maverick, are you there?” Dragon barked into the open line.

“What’s happening?” Torrent asked.

“The phone rang with Maverick’s number, but he wasn’t there. I could hear breathing, then a scuffle, I think. The line’s still open,” Dragon said.

“We can track it then,” Torrent asserted, calling Gunner to get him on tracking Maverick’s phone. Gunner answered and wasted no time in tracking the phone. Once they had a location, Torrent and the guys pulled out.

Torrent rode, not knowing what they’d find but knowing when they got there, that just like their code said, no brother would be left behind. And it was time for Useless to realize that his time on this earth was over.