Page 65 of Dagger

Fuck, I loved her, the thought of anything happening to her terrified me.

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My heart slammed against my chest so fucking loud that even the sound of my bike and my brothers’ bikes was drowned out by it. My thoughts were twice as loud as I went over Slate’s words a thousand times before my bike came to a stop outside my house.

“Come on, brother, get off your ass.” Hawk clapped me on the back and made his way up to my front door. “Door’s wideopen,” he said over his shoulder before glancing up and down the block as he pulled out his gun.

“Wait,” I called out, and nodded to the sporty red car beside Sinclair’s sedan. “Her friend was coming over to stay with her. That must be Sarah’s car.” Another thought hit me—maybe it wasn’t hers. Maybe he’d stolen it. “Car might be too small for him, but we need to be careful in case we’re walking into a trap.”

“Me and T-bone will go around back,” Maverick called out as they slipped between the houses.

I got my shit together and joined Hawk at the front door, tapping his shoulder to let him know I had his back. My house looked just how I left it two hours ago. “Shit. It all looks so fucking normal.”

“Not completely,” Hawk said as he peeked inside the kitchen. “Blood on the front door but not a lot.”

I turned to see what the fuck he was talking about and then my stomach bottomed out. The blood was right at Sinclair’s height. “I’m going to fucking kill him.”

“And I’ll be your alibi, but for now we need to clear the house.”

I nodded and quickly went upstairs to clear the bedrooms and bathrooms before joining Hawk in the kitchen where Maverick and T-bone had already gathered. “Upstairs is clear.”

A muffled scream sounded followed by pounding on a wall near my pantry. My gaze flew to Hawk. He shrugged. “Didn’t know there was a closet inside the closet.”

“Fuck,” I growled, and then shot a quick prayer out into the universe that Sinclair was safe. Maybe rattled or shaken, but ultimately safe. Since it was my woman in danger, I went to the pantry where the knocking and muffled screams grew louder.

I gripped the knob, twisted, and pulled, but the sigh of relief was short-lived when a woman I didn’t recognize tumbled out. Her wrists were bound together with plastic zip-ties and she had a rag shoved in her mouth beneath the tape.

“Who the fuck is that?” T-bone asked the question we were all thinking.

“One way to find out,” I said as I removed the tape.

“Holy fucking shit! I’m so glad, at least I think I’m glad, you’re here. Which one of you is Sinclair’s sexy biker?”

“I think I’m sexy, but I’ve already got a woman,” Hawk began, but Maverick smacked him. “What? It’s true.”

“Are you Sarah?”

“Yes,” she said, her eyes wide with terror. “Sinclair was kidnapped by this tall blond dude who said he was her brother, but she didn’t seem to know who he was at all. He was really fucking angry and he kept saying how he wanted to make her pay.”

“Did he say where he was taking her?” It was a long shot that he’d given away his plans like an evil fucking villain, but he hadn’t been particularly fucking smart about any of this.

Sarah shook her head, gaze flicking to T-bone as he carefully sawed through her binds with his blade. “He didn’t say anything, but his leather bag had a familiar logo on it. Wings,like airplane wings.” She closed her eyes, searching her memory. “It said something-something airstrip,” she said slowly. “Like a private airstrip!”

“On it,” Maverick said as he pulled out his phone and called Slate.

Sarah turned to me and grabbed my hands the moment she was free. “The last thing I heard was a loud thud and then nothing. Find her. Please.”

Find her. As if I could do anything else. I wouldn’t be able to rest, to think, to fucking breathe right until I knew she was safe. “I will. T-bone, take Sarah back to the clubhouse. You’ll be safe there,” I told her.

She reached out and grabbed my arm. “I don’t know if she told you or not, but—” she began, but Maverick’s words cut her off.

“Silver Arrow private airport,” he said as he tucked the phone into his pocket. “It’s about ten miles from here. Slate’s trying to tap into the feed, but we should get on our way.”

I gave a short nod and turned back to Sarah, but she was outside with T-bone, trying to get the helmet on with shaky hands. “Shit. Later.” I turned back to Maverick and Hawk. “Let’s go.”

The only thing on my mind was getting to the airstrip to find Sinclair, to free her from the psychopathic fucking clutches of her half-brother.

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