“What’s the matter?” I asked, grabbing his shoulder.
That wild look was back in his eyes. The one I had seen far too often since Suraya died. “Sasha is gone.”
“Well, fuck.”
What followed was a shit show.
Bikes left the compound in search of Sasha and Lucky’s ol’ lady Cindi when Xenon tracked their phones. Fifty miles apart, I knew we wouldn’t find anything good. My stomach was in knots.
We rode to Cindi’s 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, Bodie, Patriot, and Hannibal parked their hogs next to my own. My heart was racing, frantic with thoughts that Cindi, Sasha, and Trish were being harmed at that very moment.
Bodie was the first off of his bike, but he wasn’t the one who heard Cindi.
Lucky’s tortured roar of horror and rage emptied into the chilly, 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 the material 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.
Fury bubbled under the surface of my skin as I fought back the change. My Reaper was pissed. No hint of Sasha or Trish was found. Bodie was flipping out as he searched the area, throwing shit around and ready to fuck up anyone who stood in his way. I was barely maintaining control.
Approaching him slowly, I squeezed his shoulder, my voice low. “Lucky needs you.”
Bodie inhaled a couple of 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 the rest of our brothers of current events.
Acid wanted his war. He just fuckin’ got it.
“Take her,” Bodie 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 mine. “I’ll fucking kill them.” The promise was evident in his eyes. “Once I find who did this, I’ll gut the bastards.”
I 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.
Lucky squared 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,” Bodie growled, straddling his 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 we arrived in only thirty minutes. We’d broken every speeding law in existence to get here. The SUV was parked outside a little coffee shop that was already closed for the night. There was no sign of Sasha. I was right behind Bodie as he hopped off his bike and snatched a plain vanilla envelope off the front windshield.
Bastards was written across the top in all caps with a black marker. Bodie snarled, ripping the damn thing open as he skimmed the note before handing it over to me.
Meet me at the address below. We have unfinished business.
“Acid has Sasha.” The words were hardly more than a growl as they left his lips. “I won’t hold back, Grim. Not this time.”
I swore under my breath as I read the note and pulled out my lighter, burning it into pieces. “Acid goes down. Every member of the Scorpions is our enemy. Shoot to kill but Acid is mine and Bodie’s. I don’t give a fuck,” I hissed. “We end this shit tonight.” Fingers moving fast, I typed instructions to my brothers on my phone. “Xenon will stay behind with the prospects. Rael, Mammoth, and Diablo 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.”
I led the way as my brothers followed, each of us ready to do what was necessary to protect the club and find the women. I wasn’t foolish enough to believe they hadn’t taken Trish too. It was too good to pass up. My gloved hand gripped the throttle tighter as I pulled back and zipped through the city streets and onto the highway.
Acid was going to answer for all that he’d done tonight. I wouldn’t stop until his soul was reaped and he paid the ultimate price.
The bag was lifted from over my head and I stared into the face that had haunted my nightmares for six months. Acid was stroking the scraggly beard on his chin as he stared into my eyes. The scar on his face had grown red and ugly and it was worse now if that was possible.