Chapter Twenty-Six
Spike
“Well, that was easy. He’s in his company car,” Foster says. “Which is a stupid move, considering they’re all tracked.”
“Where is he?” I demand.
“Just outside of Palm Springs,” he answers. “At some old meat packing farm.”
“Knuckles, you stay with Abby,” I say. “Everyone else…Let’s go get your first lady back.”
The room erupts in determined cheers. I only hope that Chuck is there waiting for me. I’ve tortured my fair number of men in the past – mostly traitors – but this one is gonna be my favorite, by far.
“Spike,” Bones says, stopping me before straddling my bike. “I hate to go there, but you need to call Patch and have him waiting for us. And it might be best to take your car. Just in case.”
Just in case?
But I already know. Just in case Riley isn’t in one piece when we find her.
I swallow hard, my grip tightening around my handlebars. I don’t want to think like that. I can’t think like that. If I let myself, I won’t be able to function. And right now, I need a clear head.
Bones isn’t wrong, though. I reach into my pocket, pull out my phone, and dial the man who keeps my guys in one piece.
“Be ready,” I say as soon as he picks up. “We’re bringing Riley home, but she might need you.”
Silence. Then a clipped, “Understood.”
Patch is a brother that I would trust with my life. And I have several times in the past. But he keeps to himself and doesn’t like to be involved in club politics. So, we call him in when he’s needed. We always invite him on runs and to club functions, but he hardly ever accepts the invite.
I hang up and shove the phone back into my pocket, swinging my leg off the bike. My gut twists as I move toward my car, every instinct screaming at me to get there faster, to run . But Bones is right. If she’s hurt, we’ll need the space to get her out safely.
As I slide behind the wheel, Foster jumps into the passenger seat, his complete focus on his phone. “Got eyes on him,” he mutters. “Chuck’s been parked there for at least thirty minutes. He’s not moving.”
Good. That means he’s settled in. Comfortable.
That means we can catch him off guard.
The roar of bikes fills the night as my brothers pull out in front of me, and I hit the gas, following close behind.
Hold on, Riley.
I’m coming.