Legacy: Savage Sons London Book 1

Chapter 19

It was like looking for a needle in a stack of other needles. Each van was almost identical, and I hadn”t thought of asking for the registration plate before I had left.

“Get me the fucking manager,” I snarled to the three men who had watched us ride in and dismount with trepidation. Truckers were another kind of breed entirely and they weren”t that different from us. “Or one of you can tell me what I need to know.” I strode towards them. Pocket and Domino were at my side. Most men would have backed away, but not these men. There was wariness in their eyes, but no real fear. And they should have been afraid.

“There a problem here, Domino?” The oldest stepped forward, his bearded face creased into a frown. He knew our vice president by name, and if I was honest with myself, he was oddly familiar. I just couldn”t place him straight away.

“Looking for a girl.”

“Another one?”

It hit me then. I didn”t know him, but I had seen him before. Years ago, when an American girl by the name of Keelie had run away from the head of the crime syndicate — The Family. Domino had tried to keep her safe and got himself shot in the process. The girl had ended up marrying the guy she was running from, anyway. The man in front of us had been the one to call us when she had asked for help. He had stood guard over her.

“This one is his. Someone you know took her. A man by the name of Quentin.”

Old, bushy eyebrows shot up. “Q? He”s a pond dweller. He doesn”t have the balls to kidnap anyone.” He shook his head. “Are you sure she hasn”t just run off? Who’s the girl?”

“Kate.” I stepped forward. “You might know her. She works here.”

A murmur went up. “Our Kate?”

I ignored the anger that bubbled up at his words. Squashing it down. There was no place for it here.

“Q’s truck has been emptied. It”s over there.” He pointed and sure enough, the back doors were open and swinging. My heart plummeted into my stomach. Had Quentin lied to me? No doubt by now Duke would have done his thing. There would be no more questioning him.

We were back to having nothing to go on. And Kate was still out there. Was she crying right now? Scared and in pain? Wondering why I hadn’t come for her?

“She’s not here, but…”

“But?” I walked back on him. “But what?”

“Q sometimes comes to work in this old beat-up van. If it”s here. It will be around back.” He pointed, and I took off at a sprint. Skirting around the low squat building to the overgrown much smaller lot behind the offices, my eyes swept the lot and sure enough, there it was. Parked at the very back, under the trees. Isolated.

I pelted across the lot and reached for the door. It was locked. “Kate!” I screamed her name, hammering on the panel. “Kate, if you’re in there, baby, I’m here. Just hold on.”

“Here.” Striding up beside me, Domino smashed a crowbar into one of the front windows. Glass scattered everywhere.

Not caring for the jagged glass, I heaved myself up and into the passenger side. My body was already half over the seat before my eyes grew accustomed to the dark.

The air left my lungs in a whoosh.

I couldn”t breathe. It was impossible for my body to draw oxygen... All I could see was her.

“Kate?” I whispered, and she didn”t move.

“Brother,” Domino called from outside, “Legacy, what is it?”

“Get an ambulance,” I whispered, and yet somehow they heard it. Distantly, I heard Pocket on the phone, but I didn”t pay any attention. Scrambling into the back, I crawled to the love of my life who lay naked and broken on the floor. My heart thudded to a slow, heavy beat.

“Kate?”