Page 49 of Piston

I can't finish the thought. Won't let myself imagine the worst. Because if I do, if I let that darkness in, I know it will consume me.

And I can't afford to break. Not now. Not when she needs me most.

I straighten, a cold, deadly calm settling over me like a shroud. I meet Dagger's eyes, see the same grim determination reflected back at me.

"Get the plate number," I say, my voice a rough rasp. "Call the club. We're going to find these bastards, and we're going to make them pay."

He nods, already pulling out his phone. And as he starts barking orders, I close my eyes, picturing Jenny's face. Her smile, her laugh, the way she feels in my arms.

Hold on, baby. I'm coming for you.

And God help anyone who gets in my way.

Dagger's fingers fly across his phone screen as he relays the plate number to our tech guy. "We need a location on this van, pronto. Drop everything else and get on it."

He listens for a moment, his jaw clenched tight. "I don't care what it takes. Just find them."

Hanging up, he turns to me, his expression grim. "They're on it. If there's a traffic cam or security footage anywhere that caught that van, they'll find it."

I nod, my hands curling into fists at my sides. Every muscle in my body is coiled tight, ready to spring into action the second we have a lead.

"We'll find her, Piston," Dagger says, his voice low and intense. "We'll bring her back safe. The whole club's got your back on this. We won't rest until she's home."

I know he means it. Know that every brother in the Hellfire Riders would ride through hell itself to save one of our own. And right now, Jenny's as good as family.

But the fear is still there, gnawing at my insides like a ravenous beast. Because I know all too well the kind of evil that lurks in this world. The depravity that men are capable of.

And the thought of Jenny in their hands, scared and alone, not knowing if help is coming...

It's enough to make me want to tear the city apart brick by brick until I find her.

Dagger's phone rings, and he snatches it up, his eyes locking with mine as he listens. "Got it. Send me the coordinates."

He hangs up, a fierce light in his eyes. "They picked up the van on a traffic cam, heading west out of town. We've got a direction."

I'm already moving, swinging my leg over my bike and revving the engine to life. "Then what the hell are we waiting for? Let's ride."

Dagger falls in beside me, and together, we roar out of the parking lot, the wind whipping past us as we fly down the highway.

Hold on, Jenny. We're coming.

And when I find the bastards who took you...

They'll pray for a quick death.

As the miles blur beneath our wheels, a sickening thought worms its way into my brain. The little pink box in Jenny's shopping bag. The secretive looks and hushed conversations with Lily.

Fuck.

Could Jenny be...pregnant?

The possibility slams into me like a freight train, stealing the breath from my lungs. If those bastards hurt her, hurt our...

I can't even finish the thought. It's too terrifying. Too real.

The baby wouldn't even be mine, but that doesn't matter. If Jenny's carrying a child, I'll love it like my own. Protect it with my life.

But first, I have to find her. Have to save her from whatever nightmare she's trapped in.

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