Page 50 of Pedal to the Metal
Chapter Thirty-Two
Raze
I was tornwhen Prez told us we knew where Brody was. I wanted to stay and make sure Minx stayed safe. At the same time, I knew I needed to go and see for myself that we got him. Thank fuck my girl understood that.
“I got a hit that he’s in a town called Springacre,” Tech tells everyone as we’re settling on our bikes. “It’s about an hour away from here.”
“Alright, I want Knuckles and Mouse in the cage ahead of everyone. Tech, give them the address you have and they’ll lead the way,” Prez orders. The roar of all of our engines coming to life at the same time is almost deafening. We get into formation and head out.
The longer we ride, the more an uneasy feeling grows inside me. Something just doesn’t feel right about this. We’ve been searching for this guy for fucking weeks and nothing comes up. Then out of nowhere, we get a hit on where he’s located. Not to mention, it’s a fucking hour away from the clubhouse. We could be headed toward a trap. Not that we aren’t prepared for that. We came prepared for a fucking war. We’re about ten minutes out from our destination when Prez signals for everyone to pull over.
“I want Mouse and Knuckles to ride ahead and scope the place out. I don’t want us walking in blind and the cage is a hell of a lot more quiet than our bikes,” Prez announces.
“I wanna ride with them,” I tell him. He gives me a stern look before responding.
“Okay, but call us as soon as you get to the spot.”
I nod then hop in the back of the cage. Mouse and Knuckles both have their cuts off so they don’t draw attention. Even in a cage you’d be surprised at how noticeable they can be. We head into town and it looks damn near deserted. This town has seen better days. That uneasy feeling I felt before, it’s ten times worse now. I get Prez on the phone as our destination comes into view.
“Prez, he’s not fucking here.”
“How the hell do you know? Did you go inside?” he questions me.
“It’s just a piece of shit plot of land,” I tell him. “Whatever building was here has long been torn down.”
“Fuck!” he curses. “Turn around and get your asses back here now. I’ll have Ranger, Thor, and Rascal head that way to see if they can find any signs of someone being there recently.”
He hangs up before I can respond. Knuckles floors it back to the brothers. I call Minx as we’re pulling up to the bikes to let her know I’ll be headed back, but her phone goes straight to voicemail. I call Bear to see what the fuck is going on. No answer. I knew I should have stayed with her.
“Son of a bitch!”
“What’s wrong, brother?” Saint asks.
“Minx’s phone is going straight to voicemail,” I say. “And Bear isn’t answering his fucking phone.”
I hop on my bike. As I start it, I hear Prez yell something but I can’t make out what he says. I take off back toward the clubhouse. Flyin’ like a bat outta hell. I see something out of the corner of my eye and glance over. Saint. Prez must have told him to stay with me. I’m sure he and the others aren’t too far behind, but this is my girl and I gotta get there now. We pull up to the gate of the clubhouse and I don’t see Chains anywhere. I climb off my bike and move to check the booth where he should be.
“Shit!” Chains is on the floor, hopefully just knocked out. I hurry into the booth and check for a pulse. Thank fucking Hades. He’s still alive. I see a can of soda sitting on the table. Someone must have drugged him to make him pass out. Question is, who?
“Chains!” I shout, smacking his face a few times. He grumbles and starts to wake up.
“What the fuck happened?” He sounds groggy.
“You were drugged. Saint and I are gonna head inside. See if anyone is still here,” I tell him and he nods.
“He good?” Saint asks as I walk back to my bike.
“Probably has a headache the size of Texas, but he’ll be okay.” I climb back on my bike and start it up. It wouldn’t have been a far walk but I didn’t want to leave my bike outside the gate. Chains makes sure to close it once Saint and I are through. We park in front of the clubhouse.
I draw my gun out before going inside. Can’t be too careful. I don’t see anyone when I first walk in. I keep my gun out until I see Bear and Trix passed out on one of the couches and Rivet on the other. I holster my gun and look to Saint.
“Go wake them up, I’m going to look for Minx.”
“You’re not gonna find her here, brother.”
“What the fuck do you mean!?” I growl out at him. He hands me a burner phone that has a picture of Minx with a guy wearing an Iron Lords cut. Says his name is Ghost. He’s wearing a deranged smile and has a dark look in his eye. The text says,She’s mine.
The clubhouse door slams open. “Minx!” It’s Buster.
