Page 66 of Chief's Addiction

“Perfect place to hide someone,” Killer added grimly.

I pulled out my phone again, hitting Morpheus’s number. “Where are you?” I demanded the moment he answered.

“Closing in on a lead,” he replied, his voice low and steady. “Got a location on one of Spike’s guys. Following him now.”

“How far east are you?”

There was a pause. “About ten minutes from Arlington Expressway. Why?”

I filled him in on Cora and Beckett being taken from the mall, that the Miami chapter was headed our way, and that Zero had picked up a signal from Cora’s phone that was close to where he was. “Keep your eyes open. If you see anything, call it in.”

“Will do,” he promised. “And Chief? We’re gonna find them.”

After hanging up, I braced my hands on the table again, feeling the wood dig into my palms. Every second that passed was another second Cora and Beckett were in danger.

“What’s our play?”

I looked over at Killer. “We split up so we can cover more ground. Zero, I need you to get into the traffic cams, ATM cameras, and anything with eyes along that route. Find out where they are. Killer, Dread—head east, drive the industrial parks. Rage, you’re with me. We’ll take 46th Street and check out those warehouses.”

“What about Sidorov?” Dread asked. “If this is his play...”

“Then we’ll deal with him when we find him,” I said coldly. “But make no mistake, this is Spike’s operation. That tweaked-out motherfucker is up to something, and he’s using Cora and Beckett to do it.”

My phone buzzed again and it was a text from Zero’s remote system.

Cora’s phone had pinged again. An image popped up on the screen of a map with a red dot near the docks.

My heart rate spiked. “They’re at the waterfront,” I announced, already heading for the door. “Let’s move.”

The men scattered, rushing to their bikes. I swung my leg over my bike and fired her up. Killer pulled up alongside, his massive frame dwarfing his own bike.

“We’ll find them,” he said, echoing Morpheus’s earlier assurance.

I gave him a curt nod, though the words did nothing to ease the knot in my chest. We would find them. There was no other option. But what condition would they be in when we did?

The image of Cora’s face as Spike pressed that gun to her side flashed through my mind again. The way her eyes had widened, the fear that had replaced her usual sassy expression. And Beckett. Still so goddamn skinny despite a week of regular meals.

A memory surfaced—Cora looking up at me this morning, her blue eyes stubborn as she insisted on going to the mall. I should have held firm. Should have kept her and Beckett safe at home.

If anything happened to them...

No. I wouldn’t let my mind go there. I had to stay focused.

When we found them, and we would find them, I was going to make Spike pay.

I twisted the throttle.

Hold on, baby. I’m on my way.

Chapter 16

Cora

“Move!” Spike hissed, digging his gun deeper into my ribs.

My heart was pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat.

Every instinct screamed at me to fight, to run, to do something to get us out of this disaster, but the gun Spike had jammed against my side and the terrified look in Beckett’s eyes kept me moving forward.

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