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He was talking crazy.
“Nothing, sis. I’m doing real damn good today.”
The back of the van opened, and two men were back there, smoking. They had on the stupid Viper vests and the snake tattoo that AJ had on his arm.
One with red hair, shaved on both sides, grinned. “You got her.”
“Of course I did,” he replied, taking my purse off my shoulder, then pushing me toward the open doors.
I was not getting in that van. I tried to elbow him, but he grabbed me and tossed me toward the redheaded guy.
“Tie her up, Tick. She’s feisty,” he said to the man.
Tick tossed his cigarette out of the back. I opened my mouth to scream, but his hand slapped over my face.
“Get me a gag!” he told the other guy.
“Don’t trust her. She’s smarter than either of you. Get her to the shack. And don’t hurt her. She’s my sister. If someone has to hurt her, it’ll be me.” His eyes locked on mine. “Don’t make me hurt you. Because I will. I’ll slice you up if I don’t get what the fuck I want.”
My heart raced as I tried to talk over the gag they’d tied around my head.
What was he saying? He would slice me? This wasn’t real. It couldn’t be. AJ wouldn’t hurt me. Sure, he wasn’t a great brother. Most of the time, he sucked at it, but he wouldn’t hurt me.
“Play nice,” he said with an evil grin and slammed the doors to the van.
“She’s fucking hot. He said she was pretty, but damn.” The other guy had a fully shaved head and piercings in his nose, lip, and both eyebrows. There were also tattoos of numbers randomly on his neck.
“Don’t touch her,” Tick reminded him. “He’ll fucking take your head off.”
The other guy reached out and ran a finger down my face as Tick finished tying my hands together tightly behind my back.
“He said don’t hurt her,” the guy drawled, tilting his head to study me. “You got the looks in the family, didn’t you, love?” he said.
My throat burned from the bile. I jerked my face away from his touch, and he laughed.
“Fuck, she’s hot and feisty. Acid is gonna love her.”
“No shit,” Tick replied.
The driver’s door opened, and another man climbed inside. “She tied down good?” he asked the two beside me.
“Working on her ankles now, but she’s not fighting,” Tick called back.
“Let’s go to Tampa,” he replied.
Tick stopped and looked at the driver. “Tampa? AJ said to take her to the shack.”
The guy turned around to look at Tick. The right side of his face had been burned at some point and was scarred. He had long, dark hair that seemed to help cover some of it. “Acid wants her brought to him.”
“Does AJ know?” Tick asked.
“No. Acid said not to tell him.”
Tick shook his head and sighed. “Fuck.”
“AJ might control Orlando, but Acid is the boss.”
The other guy beside me grunted. “I’d rather face off with AJ than Acid.”
“Exactly,” the guy up front replied. “We’re taking her to Tampa.”
I screamed against my gag, and all three sets of eyes looked at me. I tried pleading with my eyes.
Did they know I was pregnant? If I made them angry, would they hit me? I had to figure out a way to get away from them.
“Damn, she’s gorgeous,” the driver said. “Don’t fucking mess with her. Acid will burn you both alive. He’s gonna want that one.”
He turned back around and started the van. I closed my eyes as a tear ran down my face. Saxon wouldn’t know where I was or what had happened to me. Would he think I’d left him? Oh God, my chest hurt. What if I never saw him again?
“Don’t cry, love,” the guy beside me said. “Acid don’t hurt pretty things like you. He just collects them.”
Twenty-Nine
Saxon
I slammed the truck door at the back parking lot behind the health food store. My heart was beating against my chest so hard that I was struggling to breathe. My eyes scanned the area until I saw it lying there. Haisley’s purse. It was against the back wall going inside the alley. I broke into a run. My throat felt like someone had a vise grip on it.
Picking up her purse, I scanned the area around it for any sign that could tell me what had happened to her. The bike engine roared as it pulled inside the parking lot, followed by Trev’s G-Wagon. I opened her purse and reached inside to pull out her phone. Holding it in my hand, I wanted to throw it against the wall and scream. The fucking tracker in it did me no good if it wasn’t on her.
The moment she had left the studio, I’d known. It alerted me. But that was normal. I wasn’t worried until it was time for her to go back to the studio and she hadn’t moved. A heavy dread settled over me. I’d known something had happened.
