I was pretty damn happy about the progress I’d made with Justin. It would make things easier for Emilee if he and I were okay with each other. I’d do anything to make my woman happy.
I was about to thank Justin when a woman screamed, “Storm!”
I whirled around, my heart seizing when I saw a distraught Angel.
“The babies are gone!” she cried. “Birdie and Dante are gone!”
“Jesus.” I jumped out of my seat, following Storm.
“Baby, calm down,” Prez told her. “Gone where?”
She was beside herself, sobbing. “Em… She’s unconscious.”
I ran to where I’d left her in the kitchen with Maddy so I could talk to Justin. My heart jumped into my throat. She was on the floor, a small pool of blood beside her head.
“Emilee!” I dropped to my knees beside her. “Baby, baby, wake up. Please, Em, open your eyes.”
Justin kneeled beside me. “Jesus. Emmy, baby girl. Open your eyes, sweetie.”
Angel’s wracking sobs came from behind, putting the fear of God in me as I brushed Emilee’s blonde hair off her face.
“Dodge, we gotta go, man. The babies,” Storm barked.
My heart thundered in my chest. My son. My woman. My son.
“I’ll stay with her,” Justin told me, putting his hand on my shoulder. “I promise I’ll take care of her. Just bring Dante back.”
Commotion abounded as brothers scrambled, Storm barking orders.
The babies.
My son.
Grizzly ran in. “The camera at the entrance door only shows Misty leaving within the last fifteen minutes, with a duffle bag.”
“Misty?” Justin got to his feet. “Let me see that.”
Storm hugged Angel as she sobbed. “I’ll get Birdie back, baby. I promise, I’ll get her back.”
I looked down at my beautiful Em. Her lashes fluttered a little. “Em, baby. Come on, wake up.” Only she could tell us what happened, tell us who took the babies.
“That’s Tami’s sister!” Justin shouted. “She must’ve been the insurance Rat mentioned.”
“Tami, the woman who held a gun on Emilee?” Storm roared.
“Yes,” Justin said. “Tami is Rat’s sister. Misty must’ve been sent here.”
“Fuck, we had a rat in the club!” Storm’s face turned red.
I rolled my hands into fists as fury washed through me. Misty had always rubbed me wrong, but I couldn’t think about that bitch. My son was gone. Birdie was gone. We had to get out there and search for them before Misty got away with kidnapping. Not fucking happening.
“Danny,” Emilee muttered. “Dante.”
I brushed her hair off her face. “I know, baby. Tell me what happened.” I held back, pushing her to talk. Time wasn’t on our side though.
The room quieted, but Maddy’s whimpers didn’t.
“Maddy needed to pee. I told her I’d watch Birdie in the swing. After she left…” Em let out a shuddered breath. “Misty came in. It happened so fast. She said, ‘Lucky me, I get two for one.’ Then she attacked me. Hit my head with something.” Tears streamed down her face. “I blacked out.” She lifted her hand. In it was one of Dante’s shoes. “Maddy wanted to know the size.”