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Another call comes through, and I connect as I put my helmet on. Siege’s voice rings out. “Are you getting this feed, Smoke?”
“Yeah. I’m getting on my bike now.” I take a minute to open the storage compartment on my Harley and gear up. Since I’m still wearing my suit, my jacket will cover the holster at my waist and the backup holster at the small of my back.
“We all are. Evan has his location turned on. We’re going to follow him to wherever they’re taking my sister, and then I’m gonna beat your ass for allowing my sister to get abducted by these sick, twisted fucks.”
I end the call, because I’m done playing around with Siege. The only thing that matters to me right now is finding Serena. I pull up Evan’s location using the club app Zen created for us. Within seconds I’m on the interstate, slowly closing in on their location. My club brothers eventually catch up with me, but we have a hard time catching up with Gordon and Evan. I realize they’re not stopping in our town, they seem to be heading toward San Francisco.
I hit the contacts list on my phone and call Zen, and then switch on the earpiece inside my helmet.
Zen answers, “Smoke, I’m all over this situation.”
“They’re not stopping. It looks like they may be making a run for San Francisco.”
“I know,” he responds anxiously. “Look, they’re going to have to stop for gas at some point. I’m trying figure out how far they can travel before needing gas by extrapolating information using the size of their tank for the make and model of van they’re driving and their current speed. I’ll push the information to the group text when I have it.”
“Thanks, brother. I appreciate it.”
“Sorry, I gotta go. Siege is on my ass, wanting answers too.”
“Figures. Prioritize getting the information. Otherwise, you’re just going to waste a bunch of time with him screaming in your ear.”
“Roger that, Smoke.”
I end the call and speed up as much as possible. With the van and all of us going far in excess of the speed limit today, I worry the cops are going to pull us over. That would seriously slow down our attempts to catch up with the assholes who took Serena. I can’t imagine how scared she must be right now. I’m one hundred percent certain that Stan is involved in her abduction. When I catch up with them, he’s a dead man.
The level of anxiety churning in my stomach is beyond anything I’ve ever experienced before. I feel like there is something more I should be doing, but all I can do is keep pushing forward.
Another serious problem for us is that a van can typically go around four hundred miles on a full tank of gas, while a motorcycle can only do between one and two hundred miles between fuel ups. That means we were going to be forced to stop more often to get gas, increasing the possibility of losing sight of them. One of our other prospects found Serena’s purse and phone in the alleyway near where she was abducted. Since we can’t track her with her phone, that means Evan and Gordon are our only links at this point. That’s a fucking lot of responsibility for a fifteen-year-old boy, and a prospect.
After what seems like hours of riding, but is probably only thirty or forty minutes, I get a call from Evan.
“They’ve stopped at a gas station to change out vehicles. I’m sending the coordinates and a photo of the plates. It’s a black minivan, the type you’d go camping in, with a roof rack for a canoe or whatever, and a ladder up the back. I’m going to turn off the volume and try to tape my phone to the ladder. I don’t have a full charge, but it might be enough for us to track them to wherever they’re going.”
That was smart thinking. As long as his phone was on their vehicle and active, we could use his location app to track them, “Good thinking,” I say.
“Me and Gordon could try and get her?” he suggests helpfully.
“No, your old man would kill me if anything happened to you. These are professionals, they’ll have guns. The phone is a really good idea, do that if you think you can do it safely.”
“Okay,” he says sounding somewhat disappointed. I can’t help wondering why Evan is so preoccupied with my Serena. I’m glad he is, but with the huge age gap, I hope he doesn’t have a teenage crush on her, though I wouldn’t blame the kid if he did. But knowing Evan, he probably saw her as a big sister.
Siege then joins the call, “Good work kid. I want you and Gordon to stay put at the service station. We’ll be able to track them now, but I don’t want you both following.”
“But what if the phone dies? What if we lose them? What if—”
My president cuts him off, “No playing heroes. You want to be a brother? Then you learn to take orders. You did good, real good, don’t think I’m not proud of you. But we don’t know what these men are capable of, and running into danger headfirst without a clear plan can get a man killed. We should be with you in twenty minutes.”
“Okay, sir.” Evan answers
Chapter 24
Serena
I don’t like pissing on the ground. Never did. Least of all with a kidnapping thug watching over me. Still, it was piss on the ground or all over myself, so I tried to be quick about it.
“Bathroom break’s over,” he announces. Pulling me down the steps and into the warm, late afternoon air, he mumbled something about how he regretted taking this job. I didn’t like the way this man looked at me, like he could devour me, or thrown me down and fuck me for hours.
“Stop looking at me that way,” I say weakly. I want him to realize that I know where his mind is right now.
