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“Gave you an order, do it!” Drake snapped at her, and Phoe took a step back before gathering the old ladies and leaving. She shot him an understanding look and a wordless sign of support.
“Reid is beat to shit and on his way here, Jett and family missing. Hit the streets, find me something or someone. Now!” Drake roared the last word, and his brothers scattered.
“Gotta call this in Drake,” Ramirez said, keeping eye contact with Drake.
“The fuck you do,” Drake snarled.
“If I don’t phone in a child kidnapping… my job’s on the line. We need to get this out there. Extensive coverage. Whoever has them will think twice.”
“Or make them panic,” Hawthorne chipped in.
“Amelia needs her image out there. We’ll release the information that Amelia’s family are searching for her. Somebody possibly witnessed something and hasn’t contacted the police. I have to get Amelia on an Amber alert now, Drake. Before it’s too late,” Ramirez insisted. Drake met Hawthorne’s gaze; the man knew what Drake was thinking. Rage would find them, and Rage would deal with them. Cops get brought in. It had to be done legally.
“Call it in,” Hawthorne growled, taking the decision away from Drake.
Drake howled wordlessly and slammed his fist into the wall, breaking through the drywall. Not satisfied, he punched a second and then a third time. Drake heard footsteps and glanced up as Doc Gibbons approached.
“Hey Drake,” the man spoke softly. Drake’s eyes closed, and he considered his feet. A hand grasped his shoulder, and he knew Ramirez had stepped closer.
“Tell me,” Drake said. Fuck not Gunner, not now, not when they’d earned cleanliness. Drake’s knees grew weak, and he locked them.
“Gunner’s alive but still in surgery. His leg and shoulder are patched, but the bullet…” Doc Gibbons swallowed. “The bullet lodged in his heart. This will take hours. The repair needs to be delicate. We got Gunner on bypass for now, but we must act slowly and carefully. Gunner’s body is in shock, and he’s crashed twice. But he’s fighting.”
Drake rubbed a hand across his face. Doc looked around, frowning, when he saw no one else from the club.
“Jett’s missing,” Ramirez said. Drake heard the sharp breath that Doc sucked in. “Reid, a friend of Jett’s wife, is on his way into the emergency room. Can you keep us in touch about his condition? Detective Benjamin will arrive shortly to take statements. I’ll be with Drake.” Drake felt grateful for Ramirez. Another hand hit his other shoulder.
“You won’t be alone,” Hawthorne said. Who’d have thought it, a biker, a cop, and a fuckin’ whatever Hawthorne wanted to call himself?
“Gratitude,” Drake finally muttered.
Sin
I attempted to look around, but I was surrounded by darkness. My hands and feet were tied, and I was laid down on a stone floor. I shuffled into a sitting position and moaned at my sore shoulders.
“Baby,” Jett said from the blackness.
“Jett?” I coughed on my word, my mouth dry as a dessert.
“I’m here. It’s gonna be okay,” Jett answered back.
“Now, why lie to her?” a third voice asked, and I peered hard before closing my eyes to the bright light that suddenly streamed into the darkness. When I could finally open them, my heart froze at the sight of Jett, bruised and bloody and tied to a chair. Jett’s hands were bound behind him. My eyes were furiously blinking in the sudden onslaught of light.
Blood dripped from a stab wound in his shoulder, and his stomach had been stabbed and sliced. Next to Jett stood a tall, lean, but muscled man. His head was shaved with a tattoo of a spider’s web covering it; I flinched.
“Who are you? What do you want with us? Where’s my daughter?” I croaked out. Jett’s eyes blazed into mine, fury tensing his whole body.
“My daughter,” a voice mumbled behind them, and I saw Dina stagger into view. If she looked rough before, Dina appeared half-dead now. Whacked out on something, Dina wore even dirtier and skankier clothes now.
“What the fuck?” Jett roared, his muscles straining against the ropes that bound him.
“My fucking daughter, you cunts stole from me,” Dina slurred, and fear clenched my stomach. What had Dina done with Amelia?
“Where is she?” I bit out.
“Safe and sound with her Mommy. But, ah, not for long,” Dina sang, waving her hand about.
“Who are you?” I asked, ignoring Dina and studying the stranger.
