My heart was beating so fast I barely heard his next words.
“Acid is here. Time to go, sweet stuff.”
Bodie
WE DROVE TO THE CELL phone location first. It took a few minutes to locate the device since it was stashed inside one of the dumpsters behind the local Wal-Mart. Dread filled my stomach as Lucky, Grim, Patriot, and Hannibal parked their hogs next to my own. My heart was racing, frantic with thoughts that Cindi and Sasha were being harmed at that very moment. Fear scraped my insides raw. Memories of my past surfaced and I fought hard not to lose my shit.
I was the first off of my bike, but I wasn’t the one who heard Cindi.
Lucky’s tortured roar of horror and rage emptied into the cold, bitter night as he rushed forward, shoving Patriot out of the way as he picked up Cindi’s cold, shivering body. Her clothes were torn, blood soaked into the fabric of her clothes and dried on her arms and legs. She’d been sliced up bad. Only the freezing temperature had saved her life. She would have bled out otherwise.
Rage bubbled under the surface of my skin as I fought back the change. My Reaper was pissed. No hint of Sasha could be found as I searched the area, throwing shit around and ready to fuck up anyone who stood in my way.
Grim squeezed my shoulder, his voice low. “Lucky needs you.”
I turned, walking toward my cousin as I inhaled deep breaths, calming down enough to focus.
Lucky removed his jacket and wrapped it around Cindi as he lifted her in his arms. “She needs a hospital.”
Wraith had followed in his truck and opened the passenger door, wordlessly offering to give them a ride as the prospect Shadow slipped out and walked over to Lucky’s bike. He’d ride back to the Crossroads and inform my brothers of current events.
Acid wanted his war. He just fuckin’ got it.
“Take her,” I growled as Cindi moaned, incoherent. “Text as soon as you know something.”
“I will,” Lucky promised, heading for the truck. Once Cindi was carefully placed inside, he gripped the side of the frame, dragging his gaze to our prez. “I’ll fucking kill them.” The promise was evident in his eyes. “Once I find who did this, I’ll gut the bastards.”
Grim nodded, gesturing to Wraith. “Keep your eyes open. Stay in contact.”
“Done,” Wraith replied, his jaw locked in anger. None of us condoned violence against women but to do so to an ol’ lady of the club? That was fuckin’ suicide.
I placed a hand on my cousin’s shoulder as his eyes met mine, full of agony. “I don’t know if . . .” he couldn’t finish the words. “There’s so much blood.”
There was no way of knowing if they violated Cindi during her attack. The torture blazed bright in Lucky’s eyes. “You stay strong. Be there for your woman.” I leaned in and hugged his stiff body, pulling back as I continued, “And don’t you fuckin’ worry. I’ll find and kill these motherfuckers. Justice, my brother. I swear it.”
Lucky nodded, squaring his shoulders back before he climbed into the truck and Wraith helped settle Cindi in his arms. We watched them drive away, the tension increasing with every second that went by.
“The SUV,” I growled, straddling my bike, and glancing at the address. Fifty fuckin’ miles. Way too much time for my imagination to run wild and conjure every possible scenario in my head.
The ride seemed to drag on relentlessly even though I arrived in only thirty minutes. The SUV was parked outside a little coffee shop that was already closed for the night. There was no sign of Sasha. Grim was right behind me as I hopped off my bike and snatched the envelope off the front windshield.
Bastards was written across the top in all caps and I snarled, ripping the damn thing open as I skimmed the note before handing it over to Grim.
Meet me at the address below. We have unfinished business.
“Acid has Sasha.” The words were hardly more than a growl. “I won’t hold back, Grim. Not this time.”
Grim swore under his breath as he read the note and pulled out his lighter, burning it into pieces. “Acid goes down. Every member of the Scorpions is our enemy. Shoot to kill. I don’t give a fuck,” Grim hissed, his eyes glowing with that feral gleam that proved he was close to his Reaper. “We end this shit tonight.” Fingers moving fast, he typed a message on his phone. “Xenon will stay behind with the prospects. Rael, Mammoth, and Lance will meet us there. Exorcist is back from his ride south. He’s only thirty minutes out and will probably beat us there.”
Patriot and Hannibal nodded.
“Let’s roll out.”
Grim led the way as we followed, each of us ready to do what was necessary to protect the club.
My gloved hand gripped the throttle tighter as I pulled back and zipped through the city streets.
Tonight, I would have closure, one way or another. Even if it meant the grave.