Page 64 of Chief's Addiction

My hand shook as I ended the call.

“No. No, no, no.” I ran a hand through my hair, tugging at the roots. This couldn’t be fucking happening.

They were just going to the mall for clothes.

My mind raced through the possibilities, each scenario worse than the last.

I pulled up Zero’s number and hit dial, already moving toward the door.

“Yeah, boss?” he answered on the first ring.

“Get into the mall’s security system,” I ordered, my voice surprisingly calm considering the hurricane raging inside me. “Find Cora and Beckett. Now.”

“On it,” he replied, no questions asked. I could hear the rapid-fire clicking of his fingers flying across the keys on his keyboard.

Ending that call, I slammed through my front door and hit Killer’s number as I took the porch steps two at a time.

“Yeah?” he answered, the sound of a woman talking in the background.

“Get everyone to the clubhouse,” I ordered, swinging my leg over my bike. “Now. Cora and the kid are missing.”

“Fuck,” Killer breathed, then barked something to someone nearby before the line went dead.

I fired up my bike, the throaty roar doing nothing to drown out the voice screaming in my head that this was all my fault. I should have listened to my gut. Instead I’d caved when Cora demanded I let her and Beckett go to the mall.

Fuck. Why had I trusted their safety to the prospects?

The ride to the clubhouse was a blur as I blew through red lights, wove between cars, and took corners so fast it was a miracle I hadn’t become a permanent spot on the pavement. I was desperate to outrun the questions racing through my mind. Who had my woman and kid? What would they do to them? Would they hurt them just to send a message? Or would they keep them alive as leverage?

I twisted the throttle harder. If one hair on Cora’s head were out of place, I’d burn this whole fucking city to the ground.

When I pulled into the clubhouse lot, several bikes were already parked outside. Killing the engine, I hopped off and strode inside, finding most of my brothers already gathered.

I didn’t bother taking my seat at the head of the table. Instead, I remained standing, my hands braced on the smooth wood as I surveyed the faces looking back at me.

“Cora and Beckett have been taken,” I announced, my voice rough like I’d swallowed gravel. “I sent Cueball and Lid with them to the mall.” I closed my eyes and shook my head. “And the prospects fucked up. They left them alone and that’s all it took.”

I opened my eyes as the door burst open, and Zero rushed in, laptop under his arm. “Got it,” he panted, setting up his computer. “Mall security footage. You’re gonna want to see this.”

His fingers flew across the keyboard and then the television hung on the wall came to life. On the screen we could all see a department store fitting room area. There was Cora, sitting in a chair, her phone in her hand. Beckett was nowhere to be seen. He was probably in one of the fitting rooms.

Then three men entered the frame, moving with purpose. I recognized the man in the middle instantly. That skinny crackhead fucker with his hollow cheeks.

My fists clenched as I watched him step right up to my woman like he had every right to be in her space.

“Spike,” Rage growled, leaning forward.

On the screen, we couldn’t see what Spike was saying, but we could see the moment fear crossed Cora’s face. The bastard had a gun pressed to her side, hidden from the general public’s view. Then Beckett emerged from a fitting room, and both of them were marched through a service door.

“Time stamp?” I demanded, choking on my own rage.

Zero ducked his head, reading something on his screen, then looked back at me as he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “Forty-seven minutes ago.”

My knuckles turned white on the edge of the table. That motherfuck had my woman and kid for nearly an hour already.

“We need to call Miami,” Dread said, his voice tight. “Let them know what’s happening with Sparrow’s sister.”

I nodded, pulling out my phone. It was the call I’d been dreading, but there was no avoiding it now. Sparrow needed to know his sister was in danger.

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