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“Answer me. Otherwise, this fucker’s gonna cut through your hand to reach your fingers,” Fanatic growled. Shit, I was watching shades of Drake emerge through his son.
“We had an address. It’s in my phone!” the guy squealed. “We’re a rescue team. We go in after women taken by cults and stuff. The info we were given was she was being held against her will and being whored out. The dude paid us well to get her.”
“Who?” I snarled.
“Gave his name as Jacon Edwards!”
“That’s me, you motherfucking asshole. Someone didn’t do their research!” I flung myself off him and ran for my bike.
Fanatic was at my heels.
“Klutz!” Ramirez shouted. I ignored him and slung a leg over and throttled hard before speeding off. Fanatic rode at my back.
Fanatic pulled in front of me, and I let him. He had the address. Together we raced down streets heading towards Aurora. Pipes roared, and from a side road shot three Harleys. I didn’t bother to glance. Whoever they were, they were allies. More bikes rumbled, and Fanatic and I drove at the head of a convoy. Fanatic raced down a street and stopped his bike. Yanking a gun from his waistband, he motioned for me, and we crept forward, not caring who was at our back.
Fanatic kicked the door open and marched in, gun held high. I took his rear as he checked each room.
“Ground floor clear!” Drake yelled, and I might have guessed he was here. Boots stomped up the stairs, but I shook my head. Aurora wasn’t here. I could feel it in my soul. I stormed outside looking for someone, something, a clue where she was. A car idled down the street, and Fanatic and I swapped a glance, and without a word, we raced towards it. The vehicle roared and pulled out, and Fanatic jumped in the road, aimed and fired five times. I shot at the tyres as the car squealed and hit a parked wagon.
Within mere seconds Fanatic and I were on it and wrenching open the door. The airbag had gone off, and Fanatic jabbed his blade into it as we yanked the driver out. He was laughing as we turned him around, and the moment my eyes lit on his face, I stepped back in confusion.
“What the fuck?” I exclaimed.
“You’ll never find her,” Daryl snorted. My eldest brother was the stalker? This made little sense.
“Where is Aurora?” Fanatic demanded as I tried to figure out what the hell was happening. Daryl shook his head, laughing, and Fanatic rammed a fist into Daryl’s stomach.
“You’ll never get there in time!” Daryl laughed.
“Where is she?” I screamed and punched Daryl straight in his regal nose. Cartlidge crunched, blood splattered, and Daryl bent over with a groan.
“Where’s my wife and children? All she had to do was tell me!” Daryl wheezed as his fingers checked his nose out.
“We don’t know! Shit, I don’t have contact with any of you. Why the hell would I want it?” I yelled. Daryl had taken Aurora because of his wife? Seriously?
“Well, if she is genuine, she’s only got to tell me where they are, and I’ll let her go!”
“Aurora doesn’t fucking know!” Fanatic shouted, punching Daryl again.
“Then you’ll live like me, not knowing where your woman is,” Daryl gloated.
Fanatic didn’t hesitate and rammed his blade into Daryl’s thigh. Daryl screamed in agony, and a hand landed on my shoulder.
“Get this out of the street. We’re drawing attention,” Drake said.
Fanatic shoved his knife against Daryl’s spine and marched him into the house. Drake followed, covering the rear.
“Where is Aurora Victoria?” Drake demanded.
Daryl laughed hysterically.
“Gunner!” Drake ordered.
I watched as Gunner systematically beat the shit out of Daryl, leaving him a bloody, torn mess.
“String him up,” Fanatic ordered.
Drake sent his son a blank gaze but nodded to Gunner and Rock. They hung him from a hook in the ceiling, and Fanatic deftly cut Daryl’s clothes from him but left him in his boxers.
