Chapter 157
-Logan-
I turned away from Andrews and faced my club.
They fanned out in a loose semicircle around me and River, killing their engines. Talon swung his leg over his bike and walked toward me. His eyes went from my face, down to the blood still smeared on my hands, and bark up He dide’s a
“He took her.” My voice was scraped raw. The words were for everyone, thrown out into the circle like a challenge “Anatoly Black Mercedes sedan. Him and two of his goons. They took her from here. Alive,”
I forced the last word out. Turned it into a promise.
She would make it out of this alive. It wasn’t gonna go down any other way.
“Whose blood?” Talon muttered, looking down at my hands again.
“Friend of hers. He’s headed to the hospital.”
Talon’s eyes traveled over my shoulder toward the commotion.
“Ledger,” I barked, turning my head. “You bring her phone with you?”
He nodded, pulling it out of his cut. He tossed it to me. “Hacked it. Overrode the security. Should be wide open for you nee brother.”
I caught it. It felt like holding a piece of her, and it fucking wrecked me. The screen lit up at my touch and a text notifications popped up immediately.
A set of coordinates from Andrews.
I looked up from the screen as footsteps pounded behind me. Andrews was running toward us. She skidded to a szop. breathing hard, and her eyes locked onto the phone in my hand.
“Good, you got it,” she said. She pointed at the screen. “That’s the last ping from the earpiece. It’s been sitting in the same spot for the last fifteen minutes. No movement. Which means they either found it and ditched it, or..
“Or she’s there,” I finished for her.
“Twenty miles east,” Talon said. He was already pulling his phone out of his pocket, thumb moving across the screen. He put it to his ear.
“Viktor. Yeah. Listen.” He paused, listening to the voice on the other end. “Good. New coordinates. Twenty miles east of the city, across the river. Last known location of the package’s beacon. It may be a trap. Scout it Call me when boots are on the ground.”
He ended the call and slid the phone back in his pocket. “Viktor and a few of his men were waiting. They’re in his chuper now. They’ll get eyes on the location first.”
I couldn’t argue with the logic of it. Let Viktor scope it out from the air, see what we were walking inte
But every second that passed was a goddamn lifetime and a half.
I looked at the faces of my club, my brothers. They were ready to go to war for me. For my old lady I shoved Hairy, phon in my pocket and swung my leg over my bike.
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Chapter 157
I kicked it to life, and the sound was a promise of violence.
River mounted up beside me. He gave me a single, slow nod.
I twisted the throttle and the engine screamed into the night. A sound that said waiting was over. The hunt was on
I rode beside my father, wind screaming past my ears, but all I could hear was the noise in my own head
The formation was all wrong. I was out of my lane, riding shoulder–to–shoulder with the president, but Talon didn’t correct
- ne.
wanted to twist the throttle until the engine blew. To outrun the dread. But I wasn’t about to ride in front of him, even on he worst night of my life.
hands were locked on the grips. The vibration numbed my fingers. But that heat in my chest was a live wire. I saw her in every shadow, heard her voice in the wind. I pictured the Mercedes, black and silent, and what might be happening de it.
he images were graphi
flash of movem arpiece, but I e
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arrow
nd I welcomed them. They fed the fire. They kept me from freezing solid.
- Talon, lifting a hand to his ear, tilting his head slightly. His was talking into his er the engines.
Viktor. My gut clenched. I stared at his face, trying to read the news in the set of his jaw. The slight I got nothing.
Talon held up a closed fist. He slowed and pulled his bike onto the gravel shoulder. I followed, spitting one, the bikes rolled to a stop behind us, engines cutting our
ng his lg over and stood, pulling the earpiece out. He looked at me, then at the circle of brothers gathering
or called in,” he said. “They found the earpiece. On the lder of the road, about twenty miles east, just like Andrews
I grunted.
ign of her, Logan. No car. No footprints. N the truth of it. “Viktor’s assessment. it dumped the bait.”
words felt like a kick from a fuch
ddamn wild goose cha bent in my
ist the earpiece lyin‘ in the dirt.” He met my eyes, and his were hard They knew we were tracking it. They led us on a ride to nowhere
Known about the earpiece the whole time, and he’d used it to waste one as threatening to burn me alive from the inside.
We fan out. We hit every warehouse, every farmhouse, every fis king uldn’t have just vanished”
weight of his authority. “That’s what he wants. For us to charge in blind, extustest,
men are going to continue scouting the area, but his advice and use in ne fa at for a real lead A solid one.”
again. I hated it. I wanted to rage out, put my list through something The urge to get til I ran out of gas almost won out
y brothers. They were watching me. Waiting
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
