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“Ramirez?”
“Slick, the garden centre, you’re dating the woman who owns it?” Ramirez asked without a greeting.
“What’s happened?” Slick demanded as he stopped walking. His tone caught the attention of Drake and Slate, and they moved in his direction.
“There’s been an incident, a witness called it in. Six men approached the greenhouses and shot the man who works here before taking Summer.”
Slick’s gut twisted, and he couldn’t breathe or speak. Drake took one look at his face and snatched the phone.
“You got Drake, tell me.”
Slick heard Ramirez talking but couldn’t concentrate. He saw Summer’s beautiful face and then saw it twisted in terror and grief.
“Shit!” Drake exclaimed. “Rage will ride.” He cut the call and stared into Slick’s eyes.
“Tell me,” Slick whispered.
“Six Fangs took her. They killed her uncle with a head shot. He’s gone. Summer fought them, and witnesses saw it. They identified the Fangs because the assholes spray painted their patch on a greenhouse, and someone saw their cuts.”
“Not her uncle,” Slick said, feeling sick and latching onto that fact.
“The man’s gone, Slick. We gotta get Summer back,” Drake said.
Slick tried to move, but he was numb. His fear had come true. The Fangs had taken the only family member who gave a fuck about Summer, and now she was in trouble. He knew what they’d do to her.
Drake’s phone rang, and he answered it. Slick noted how Drake’s body language changed, and he murmured into the phone before hanging up.
“Now what?” Slick demanded.
“Irish was ambushed and taken. Fangs have made a two-pronged strike against Rage.”
“You gotta be fuckin’ kidding me!” Slick roared.
“No. Hawthorne got wind of it and sent his men out looking for her. They just missed them at the motel. And there’d been a hell of a fight. Irish dropped two bodies in her wake.”
“Who do we go after?” Slick asked, torn. Both the women he loved had been taken, and he wasn’t sure what to do.
“We go after Summer. Irish can take care of herself. Summer can’t,” Drake stated.
“And we leave Irish in their hands. If they realise who she is, you know what they’ll do to her.”
“What choice do we have? Out of the two women, Irish has more chance to survive. Summer will be broken and will never recover if we even find her alive in time. I’m putting everything into finding Summer,” Drake stated.
“But we can’t leave Irish hanging. I agree we need to chase Summer, but Irish has saved our lives several times,” Slick argued.
“Hawthorne is chasing after Irish. He’ll track her down. We have to concentrate on Summer.”
Slick felt like he was being torn in two.
Drake left him standing on the forecourt as he began sending messages and making calls. Slick was neutralised. Both women needed saving, but because Summer was the innocent, they had to go after her. Only, he hated the thought of not going after Irish.
Minutes ticked past as brothers arrived, each on their phones, making their own calls.
Slick stood like an isolated mountain in the midst of a storm. He only moved when Hunter called out to Drake about a lead.
“Where?” Drake demanded.
Hunter looked uncomfortable.
