Page 36 of Brick's Redemption

“TRY HIM AGAIN,” MIKEsuggested, keeping his eyes on the road as he spoke.

“I am.” Brick dialed again, growing increasingly agitated with the lack of information or connection. “I’m not getting through to any members of the club. Not a fucking one.”

“I’m sure they’re all in church or handling business,” I assured him, reaching for his hand to give his fingers a squeeze.

“Baby, someone would have answered or texted me back.” He shook his head. “My gut is twisting. Got the worst feeling.”

I did, too. I didn’t want to worry him further, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong and we needed to return to Vegas. That persistent thought hadn’t gone away. “I guess you won’t be able to get ahold of Dagger, huh?”

“No. He won’t be checking his phone unless he stops, but when he does, he’ll see my texts.”

Dagger would arrive in Vegas about three hours ahead of us, but he wasn’t going to the Desert Titans clubhouse. He would ride directly to Audrey and his son. They were his priority, and that was understandable.

“Mom isn’t answering, and neither is Uncle Trig.” I swallowed hard, clenching his hand. “They wouldn’t ignore me, Brick.”

“I know, Ginny.” He lifted my hand and kissed it. “Whatever is happening, we need to be ready.”

“Prepare for the worst and hope for the best.” My dad used to say that phrase often. It guided him in times of turmoil anduncertainty. Life in the club taught him to be ready for anything, and he excelled at it.

Knowing what I did now about his position as cleaner, it made sense. He saw the worst of society and was trusted to protect the club no matter what occurred. All members did so to some extent, but Hesh was the man who ensured they didn’t take the fall for it.

The ride to Vegas was the longest of my existence. When I left six weeks ago, I never thought I’d be rushing back with the Crimson Skulls still wanting me dead and their members actively hunting me. It was terrifying, but I couldn’t stay hidden forever, and my family was in the same danger. Separating us solved nothing.

About three hours outside of Vegas, Brick got a call that changed everything.

Dagger had reached Audrey’s house. His frantic call nearly froze the blood in my veins. “Brick! Those motherfuckers got to Audrey!”

Brick clenched the phone, staring into it with fury. “Is she okay? Where’s Chris?”

“Audrey’s gone! They took her!”

No!

“Fuck!” Brick yelled. “Where’s your son?”

“Here.” Dagger’s voice sounded pained. “They beat him, Brick. My boy.”

Brick closed his eyes briefly, and I could tell he was trying to keep his shit together. “You take him to a hospital.”

“Already called an ambulance. It’s on the way.”

In the background, I could hear sirens.

“I’ve got to get Audrey back, Brick. I don’t know what they’ll do to her.” His voice broke.

“Dagger,” I whispered, my heart breaking for him, Audrey, and Chris.

“I’m still a few hours out. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

“No,” Dagger argued. “Get to the clubhouse. I still can’t reach anyone.”

“Dag, if they attacked your place,” Brick began.

“They probably attacked Ginny’s and the clubhouse too.”

Oh, God! “Brick!”

“I know, baby. We’ll go there first.”

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