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I took Little D’s black high-top. It was so small sitting in my palm. All I could hear were Emilee and Maddy crying and the rumble of my brothers’ voices.
What was I missing?
“Dodge, the shoe.” Grizzly jerked his chin toward my hand.
I’d forgotten all about his shoes. After Rat had tried to take my boy, I’d talked to Grizzly about tracking devices for babies. Putting the chip in the high-tops I’d bought him seemed like a good idea.
How could I have forgotten?
“Yes!” I pulled my cell phone from my back pocket, praying the other shoe was still on his foot. The tracking app came up showing they were heading north out of town. “I got them.” I raised my phone.
Storm snagged it and barked more orders.
I kissed Emilee’s lips. “I love you, baby. I’m going to go get our boy. Your dad will stay with you.” I kissed her again.
She grabbed my cut. “If that fucking Misty hurts them—”
“She won’t. We’ll get them back.”
“Hurry, Dodge, hurry.”
Bikes raced off the property, along with a couple of SUVs, as I mounted my hog.
“I will kill that fucking bitch,” Storm roared as he sped away.
“Not if I get her first.” I took my gun out of my saddlebag and tucked it into the back of my pants, then started my bike and took off after my boy.
I hauled ass to catch up to Storm, who led the way. I didn’t give two flying fucks that I was breaking formation. My kid was in the bitch’s car.
In my rearview mirror, flashing lights appeared. I made out an ambulance and a sheriff’s car. Someone probably called Sugar’s dad, Sheriff Hendricks.
My stomach churned. It was wise to have medics following. Anything could happen to the babies. Dammit, if the sirens and flashing lights didn’t terrify me.
There weren’t many cars on these dirt roads, not at suppertime. It made it easy to spot Misty’s car kicking up dirt. By my estimation, she wasn’t more than a mile in front of us.
Storm pointed and gave a thumbs-up. I assumed Grizz had confirmed it was Misty via the Bluetooth device Storm had in his ear.
We both stepped on the gas, and the rumbling sound of our army of brothers behind us filled the air. If she thought she’d get away with stealing our kids, she was a fool. Nobody would live to see another day if they tried taking what belonged to us.
The distance between Misty’s car and us narrowed. Cutting her off could send her into the ditch. I doubted the babies were in car seats, not both anyway. She’d only planned to take Dante.
How in the hell could we get her to stop without causing the car to flip?
I clenched my jaw. It was like I could hear Dante wailing, feel his fear.
I’m coming, son. Daddy’s coming for you.
Up ahead, at the end of the road, was a T intersection. Misty could only go right or left. In the distance, more cop cars came from both directions. She had no way of escaping.
It sure paid to have family in law enforcement and be part of the Knight’s Legion MC. All it took was one call, and the cavalry came.
Misty’s brake lights flashed, and the back end of her sedan fishtailed.
I gripped my handlebars and held my breath, praying the car didn’t flip over.
Suddenly she slammed on the brakes, rocking the car to a stop. The driver’s side door flew open, and she bolted.
Storm and I skidded to a stop simultaneously, dropping our bikes on the ground, and we pounded the dirt after her.
