Chapter 25
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
ENZO
Dad sounded calm on the call, calling Zeke’s bluff, but right now he’s anything but calm. I’m anything but calm. My heart is thundering in my chest, and my stomach is coiled tight. Every muscle in my body is constricted, needing to act, needing to do something. Anything.
“Okay, call him again. Use this burner,” Cash suggests, sliding another phone over to Dad.
“How the fuck did you track his number?” Hawk asks in disbelief.
Cash shrugs. “It’s what I do. We just need him on the phone longer, so we can locate the fucker.”
My fists clench in anticipation as he picks up the phone, ready to call.
My cell vibrates in my pocket, and I pull it out, ready to dismiss whoever it is.
Nothing is more important than getting my sister out of there alive.
My lips part as I read the screen, a location.
Not just any location. Storm and Zeke’s old apartment.
“Wait!” I bark. All eyes turn to me. I turn my cell around for all to see. “I just got a location sent to me.” I grin, knowing deep down it’s her; it’s my sister.
“That’s my fucking girl,” Drix sighs, already moving to his bike.
Dad glares at him as he follows him to his bike. “Let’s fucking ride and get MY baby girl home!” Dad roars his orders.
Just as we are all ready to leave, Mom comes running out. “Take me with you,” she demands. Dad pauses mid-stride, his eyes dropping to Mom’s phone. His expression hardens. For a split second, the world seems to stop. Then he looks at Mom and gives a single sharp nod. “Get on.”
Without question, she swings onto the back of his bike.
“What the fuck?” I frown.
Before I can question it, every ol’ lady comes sprinting from the clubhouse. Maggie. Dixie. Josie. Belle. Nova. Rhea. Elsie. Alina. One by one they climb onto the backs of bikes.
“What the fuck is this?” I bark. Mom’s glare cuts straight through me, the kind that says, Not fucking now.
I exhale sharply, throwing my hands up in surrender.
Fine, questions later. I glance to my left, seeing Maisy standing beside my bike, her face ghostly pale.
Her eyes lock onto mine, and I see fear.
Pure fucking fear. The kind that steals your breath.
I can’t promise her it’ll be okay, because I don’t know.
Instead, I grit my teeth and give her the smallest nod I can manage.
She climbs on behind me, wrapping trembling arms around my waist. I try to shut down how it feels to have her on my bike, and twist the throttle.
The roar of bikes tears through the night.
No one speaks. No one jokes. No one even looks at each other.
We ride like hell itself is chasing us, because maybe it is.
The apartment building comes into view, and my stomach drops.
This is it. Please... Please don’t let us be too late.
Bikes skid to a stop, and before they’ve even settled, we’re already moving.
Boots hammer against the cracked pavement, weapons are drawn, and safety catches click.
Ghost doesn’t even have to tell us. We all know the job.
Rage rolls his shoulders, twin blades spinning effortlessly between his fingers, his eyes almost black with bloodlust. He’s smiling.
That’s when you know someone is about to die.
I look at Drix. Fuck. I’ve never seen anyone look like that before. His face is empty. No anger. No panic. Nothing. Just absolute, ice cold determination. It’s terrifying.
Dad turns to face us. His voice is calm; too calm.
“Keep him alive.” Every one of us looks at him.
“I want to take my fucking time with him.” His eyes burn with something darker than rage.
“But Storm comes first.” He scans every patched member.
“I don’t care what happens to any of us.
” His jaw clenches. “My daughter walks out of here alive.” Every brother nods; no words, because none are needed.
Dad takes one step towards the entrance. “Good. Now let’s—”
CRACK!
The first gunshot tears through the night.
Then another.
Another.
And another.
The deafening echo ricochets around the concrete walls.
Time stops. My heart forgets how to beat. No... No. Not her.
“DAD!” A scream rips through the night sky.
Then Dad’s roar shakes the entire building. “STORM!” he explodes. Not the President. A father; our father.
I charge, taking the stairs two... three...
four at a time. Every flight feels endless.
Every second steals another piece of my soul.
Please. Please don’t let us be too late.
Not my sister. Not my baby fucking sister.
I can’t lose her. Not after we only just got her back.
Another gunshot, but closer this time. Drix doesn’t even touch the handrail.
He launches himself over it. None of us tries to stop him, because every single one of us is thinking the exact same thing. If she’s dead...
God help the cunt responsible, because none of us will.