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Jax caught my arm, just for a beat. His eyes were hard, steady. “They don’t get her. You do. Whatever you need, Edge—we make it happen.”
I gave one short nod. No words left for anything else.
We gathered in the front parking lot, and as I approached my Harley, I paused at the sound of my name.
Kane’s voice was firm. “Edge.”
I met his stare.
“We do this together.”
“Don’t slow me down.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.” A ghost of a grin slid across his mouth. “Savannah would kill me if I didn’t bring you back with all your pieces attached.”
“Savannah’s the only reason you’re still alive most days,” I muttered, then tugged on my helmet and rolled my neck till the vertebrae cracked like knuckles.
He smirked as he swung his leg over his bike and brought it to life. Nitro’s engine answered, then Drift’s, Axle’s, mine, and the rest, one after another, until the ground vibrated with the growl of the pack.
I waited for Axle, our road captain, to take up his position at the front, but he came up beside me instead. “You lead.”
“You sure?”
“Fuck yes.” His eyes burned steadily. “You’re not walking this road alone. We’ll cover your back while you burn it down.”
Something tight lodged in my throat, but I swallowed it. There’d be time later. If she was safe.Whenshe was safe.
I took my place at the head and turned back to my brothers. “Let’s paint the night red, boys.” Then I chuckled low. “Try not to splash too much on the bikes.”
We rode as one, black shadows cutting through Crossbend’s streets, leather catching moonlight and steel gleaming. My blood hummed with the rhythm, and my mind locked on one single point. Callie.
Every second she was in their hands was one second too long.
And by the time the Kings and I were done, Rye and his crew would learn the hard way why you never touched what belonged to me.
12
CALLIE
They’d dumped me in a small room, ropes binding me to a chair so tight I couldn’t move. The ropes bit into my wrists, grinding raw patches into my skin every time I shifted. My ankles were lashed to the chair legs just as tightly, the wood creaking whenever I tried to move. The taste of blood was sharp every time my tongue darted out, and my split lip throbbed. My head pounded from the blow I’d taken when they’d dragged me into the van, a sharp ache that made the dim space blur in and out of focus. The only positive so far was that nobody had struck me in the belly.
I forced myself to breathe, slow and steady. In and out. If I let panic take over, I’d drown in it.
The room smelled damp, and a single bulb dangled overhead, swaying slightly from where one of them had slammed the door too hard earlier. Its yellow light stuttered, cutting shadows deep into the corners.
I’d been able to catch fragments of their conversation through the door. Talk of weapons…and Tatum’s road name, Edge.
I was leverage. Just a tool. And since I’d seen all of their faces, I had to assume that once they had what they wanted from him, I’d be disposable.
My stomach rolled, bile sharp in the back of my throat, but I swallowed it down.
I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to hold on to Tatum’s voice. The last thing I’d heard before the van door slammed shut had been him calling my name, fierce and demanding. He’d heard enough to know I was in danger.
And he wasn’t the kind of man to let me go through this alone. He’d claimed me. Loved me. The second my scream cut off, I knew he’d already be moving—tracking, hunting, tearing the world apart if that was what it took to find me. And he’d have help from his Redline Kings brothers.
The guys who took me might’ve been able to catch me by surprise, but they’d have their hands full with Tatum. I just needed to survive long enough for him to find me. And maybe make it a little easier for him to get me out of here when he arrived.
I tested the ropes again, twisting my wrists until the fibers burned. But there was no give. My shoulders ached, and my muscles screamed in protest, but I refused to stop trying. If there was even the smallest chance of untying myself, I had to take it.
