Chapter 33
33
Asher
“SIENNA!”
I ran through the parking lot, chasing after her but the van was faster, squealing tires as it left the lot. I stumbled between some cars and sprinted as the taillights disappeared off into the dark.
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” My feet kept running as my heart left my body. “Sienna! No! Oh, God, no. Sienna.”
Lights flashed from behind me, but nothing mattered. He took her.
“Ash!”
Tires screeched behind me.
“Brother! Get in!”
Liam was waving for me to hurry. I ran to the door, barely in the seat as he gunned the engine.
Reality exploded through me. “FUCKKKKK!”
My brother weaved us out of the hospital lot but by the time we got to the red light, she was gone.
“Liam—” I was dying, bleeding out from the rage.
“Easy, Brother. He’s not going to hurt her.” He started tapping his phone. “Weasel, need you alert. He just nabbed Sienna. Yes, I’m fucking serious. Where’s the phone pinging?”
Liam held the phone over to me so he could drive. I put the call on speaker.
“Dad’s phone is silent, but Sienna’s phone is pinging. Seventeen north,” Weasel said. “On the move.”
My brother slammed his foot on the gas, heading for the interstate. In this direction, they were headed back to Prescott.
“You slip that tag in her pocket?” Liam asked in a rush.
My lungs felt like they were filled with acid. “Yes.”
“Weasel, she’s got one of the air tags in her pocket. Track that too.”
“On it. Do you want me to wake up the boys?” Weasel asked.
Liam glanced at me, trying to get a read.
“I’m gonna kill him with my bare fucking hands.”
“Don’t think we have time for that,” Liam said. “Ash, focus. Check the weapons. I put two rounds in that one fucker. Need to reload.”
I unbuckled my seatbelt and held onto the ceiling while we sped down the road. Inside one of the duffle bags, I started blindly going through gear by feel. I located one of the .45s and a box of ammo.
“Zip, cell phone is stationary. Air tag is still headed north.”
My eyes slid closed while I let that information burn me.
I got my ass back into the passenger seat, popping the magazine out to reload. I was going to put every one of these bullets into that bastard.
We sailed through the darkness while Weasel kept giving us updates. The lights from the dash glowed over my brother’s face. He used to have that same look of determination when we were much younger boys, forced to grow up way too fast.
I watched the mile markers pass on by, praying he wasn’t hurting her. At least we were able to track her. “How did you know to slip her an air tag?”
Liam’s hand flexed around the wheel. “Saw the look in her eyes, Brother.” He glanced over at me. “You saw it too but didn’t want to believe it. She’d toss herself on the blade for you.” He put his focus back on the road while his words hit home. “She’s good for you. Loyal.”
I scoffed at that word.
“Yeah.” Liam sighed. “Something you need to know.”
“Don’t. There’s a time and place, and this is neither.”
“Need to hear it regardless.”
“I got your message when I got your text. At this point, I’m accumulating debt.”
Liam shrugged at that. “Marker. That’s what we call it. All this”—he circled in front of us—“debt we owe Arizona Charter. When they need help, you deliver. Until then, you rest. Still not the point.”
“Jillian was years ago, Bro. Just let it die.”
“That’s the problem. While we’re headed north for your woman, that old one caused damage. Shit still ain’t healed.” He stretched his neck. “That night? You need to know. I didn’t start that shit.” He leveled that heavy stare on me. “Woke up to her sucking my dick.”
My headache came on full force. “You’re just telling me this shit now?”
“Tried to tell you then—several times. Tried to warn you about her before she started sucking my dick. You just didn’t want to hear it. Bitch caused a rift so deep, took nineteen years to patch.” He glanced over at me. “ Almost two decades , Brother. I’m owning my part. If you think I’m the only one she strayed to, you’d be sorely wrong.”
The shock of that had me staring at him. “No fucking way.”
Liam shook his head as he passed a tractor trailer. “Remember Tommy Resnick? She fucked him before, during, and after you. Last I heard he’d knocked her up and bailed.”
“Jesus.”
“Bitch left a trail of destruction.”
Weasel’s voice came over the phone. “Zip, tag is pinging going northwest towards Spring Valley.”
Liam swerved the van, getting in the right lane to exit. They only had a few miles on us.
Weasel kept giving us updates as we weaved our way through the dark, backtracking until we found dirt roads leading us into cabins stretched far apart. My nerves were on end, trying to find what direction he’d taken her to.
“You should be right on her,” Weasel said.
Liam killed the lights and pulled off to the side of the road. We studied the images Weasel was sending us. There were only a few structures on the map.
“Has to be that one, there on the right. See it?” Liam glanced around. “Don’t see any lights on anywhere else.”
I opened up the van doors and grabbed the duffle bag in the back. We worked in silence; the sound of Velcro pulling apart the only sounds. I strapped an extra weapon to my chest and attached the knife right below it.
Liam shoved two grenades into the pouches along his waist.
I added a few flash bang grenades to my rig and chambered the .45.
“Ready to knock?”
Liam slapped a fresh mag into his and chambered a round. “Fuck yes.”
Hold on, baby. I’m coming.