Page 33 of Brave as It

Stone’s face changes. “Hunter is on site with Zizi. Emmalee, that is the unknown. O’Leary came to get her. Something about money from her dad. Which we knew about her dad back when we hired her. Just couldn’t understand why she was in Florida. It didn’t make sense. She worked hard and didn’t bother anyone, so we’ve let her be without asking questions. We have beef with O’Leary on a deal he fucked up. He’s not supposed to come anywhere near Crest. We get to him, we’re gonna handle that. Hunter was alone, I got guys out on a support run, like I told you. We were short. Right now, I got men moving in to help and our doc ready to help the woman and anyone else who needs it. It was my call to make. Hunter saw things escalating and wantedto step in. Too many variables. I told him, make no moves, only watch and keep me posted until I had you two. Didn’t know O’Leary would roll in. Once he did, shit changed. Emmalee left with O’Leary before we could make a play. Hunter took the next steps to access who was left and what was needed. Hunter called our doctor to help Zizi and is waiting for us to arrive.”

“Is Emmalee with O’Leary then?”

“Yes, and so is the other woman, Dia.” He casually lets out like it isn’t a big deal.

“Get up with Link,” I tell Karma. “If he can get any kind of lock on Emmalee or Dia have him send me the pin.”

“Don’t know much about you Hellions,” Stone continues without missing a beat, “but I know Dia is your president’s daughter. Tripp made it clear who she is and the depths he will go to for his daughter. I’m not fucking around with that. Got a good relationship with Ravage MC. Cruz said no war. The only reason I took Tripp’s call was because Cruz cleared him. You get me? For Cruz, I’ll stand down. You threaten me again, I’ll wipe out your entire club.”

Rage boils inside me but I don’t have time or energy for this tit for tat shit. “I get you. We can settle our battle of whose balls are bigger after I have Emmalee back safe.”

“She’s a fine piece of ass, you got,” Racer says with a smirk.

“You don’t want war; I suggest you shut your brother up. She’s mine.”

Stone laughs while I find none of this funny. “Calm down, Racer likes to rile people up. Emmalee is hot but she’s never been open to anyone around her. Bitch has walls up and we ain’t the kind of fuckers to put forth the energy.”

“How far out ‘til we get to my son and Maritza?” Karma asks deterring the conversation from Emmalee which is probably for the best. He knows me and these two keep up this shit, I’ll lose it. We need them and all of it without the distraction of a fight.

“Two minutes, for the boy and the woman” Stone replies. “For Emmalee and Dia, your club is on the way, but I don’t think we got that kind of time Hellion. I got my guys digging in to get a location, but no luck yet. Once we have it, we ride out to get her and Dia. Hellions will need to give us a marker, but Tripp understands our terms already.”

“I go with you.” I mutter through gritted teeth. O’Leary has Emmalee and Dia; he’s crossed a line bigger than coming to Haywood’s Landing. He should have brought this fight to the Carolinas.

“We’ll have a location in the next sixty seconds, Busted.” Karma states looking at his phone. “Link got it.”

Racer twists in the seat to look at me. “Get it, man, you got pride. But you got no legs. You’re gonna hold us back. Don’t worry, we won’t let Emmalee think less of you.”

I lunge forward wrapping my arm around his throat pressing him into the seat. The only thing that keeps me from falling out of my seat is the seatbelt. “Don’t you ever fuckin’ underestimate me. I can do anything any one of your mother fuckers can do and I can do it without my fuckin’ legs. And you may not want me there, but I’ll be there, and I’ll be the one with one shot, one kill. I’ve got more training in my non-existent pinkie toe than you have in your entire able body.” I release him and to my surprise both Racer and Stone laugh.

“Got balls, Busted. You’re in.” Racer says clearing his throat. “Didn’t see how far you’re willing to go ‘til now. Emmalee, she matters.”

I don’t reply as I sit back in the seat the rage inside me boiling over. We pull into a small parking lot of a motel in front of door number seven. Harleys are parked around so I know we’re in the right place for Maritza and Hollis.

“Karma, here is your stop,” Stone explains. “Looks like Hunter got the Tampa chapter to ride in to take his back. You’ll have support until you leave.”

“Pin is coming, Busted.” Karma says giving me a somber look, “They aren’t far away. You give me a second to tell my son that I’m here, I’ll ride out with you. Gotta get Maritza to trust these guys with Hollis and get treated. I’m with you, brother, after that.”

“Karma, Maritza need you and Hollis needs you more. Go do you. I have my new friends here and I don’t know that Emmalee or Dia have a second to spare.”

He nods. “Don’t like it, but I get it.” He looks to Stone, “shit goes down and Busted is not okay comin’ out of this, I’ll personally end every person in your fuckin’ blood line.”

I don’t like separating. It’s always good to have a brother you can trust at your back. These Sons I do not trust at all. Beggars can’t be choosers and right now I have to get to Emmalee and Dia.

“You Hellions like to fight, it seems,” Racer taunts.

Ignoring him, I hand my phone to Racer who shows it to Stone as he backs out from the parking spot. The prospect moves in to sit in the seat Karma vacated since the third row of seats have been removed from this van.

“That’s the old air strip of the Buchanan family.” Racer explains studying the screen. “He’s got a private plane coming, I’ll put money on it.”

“Fuck,” I roar. “They get in the air; we got nothing until Link can track her again.”

“Your man has skills, we been at this shit half an hour or more and got nowhere,” the prospect chimes in.

All the Jacoby brothers are the fucking best, but I’m not about to get into that. “How far out are we?” I ask trying to get an idea of our distance to close in on her.

“Eight minutes max,” Stone tells me while looking around. “O’Leary is a smart son-of- a-bitch. Can’t go in on bikes because he’s gonna watch for Sons. We got the mom van which is good. Do you shoot?” He asks me.

“Army before my accident. Sharpshooter.”

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