Page 68 of Outlaws' Single Mom
“Thanks for telling me. That's what a motorcycle man would do. Always warn your friends, and try to protect them. And we're friends, right?”
“Uh huh.”
Jesus, can't they track this any faster? “And you're protecting me. And I'm gonna protect you. Me, Stiff and Lash, we're all coming to get you, okay?”
“Kay.”
Chen gives me a thumbs up. “Got it. Are you going to tell me what's going on?”
“I think its best you don't know.”
For a moment she looks like she's gonna ask again, but there must be something in my tone, or the expression on my face, because she changes her mind. “Fair enough. I hope it works out better than this shit show did.”
She gets me the location info and I quickly flip to my map, and Logan did good. It is right near Georgia's apartment, but it would’ve taken ages to pin down their exact spot, if we ever managed it. “Logan?”
“Huh?”
This is the hardest part. “I hate to say this, buddy, but I have to hang up. But it's because we're getting on our motorcycles and coming to get you. Are you gonna be brave, even if I'm not on the phone?”
“Yeah.” Definitely a quaver this time, but with hard determination underneath. He's gonna be a badass when he grows up. Fuck, he's a little badass now.
“You are the toughest little motorcycle man I know, Logan. We're coming as soon as we can.”
“Okay. Love you.”
It's my turn to be quiet a moment. Motherfucker. That hit me harder than I woulda thought. There's a flash of Dad with his belt, and the desire—no, fuck that, theneedto be a better man than him. And if this all goes like it needs to, then I'm gonna fucking be it for Logan. “Love you too, buddy. See you soon.”
Fuck, I don’t have time to get all fucking choked up. I get curious looks from Lash and Stiff, but I wave them off. No time for that now. “Come on, we ride. I know where Dakota and Logan are.”
We push our way through the cops. Hellfire puts a hand on my arm. “Find something?”
“I think so.”
“Need backup?”
“Not this time, but I’ll call if that changes.”
He nods. “You fucking do that.”
Now that we know where to go, it doesn't take long when we blow through every red light on the way, ignoring the honking and middle fingers in our wake. There's no fucking time to waste.
When we get close, I point at a brick office building. That's gotta be it. We pull into an alley and leave the bikes there. The longer we can keep him in the dark, the better our chances are of getting everyone outta here alive. Except him. If it's up to me, he's not gonna fucking live to see sundown.
“What’s the situation?” Stiff loosens his shoulders and neck like he's about to jump into the boxing ring.
“Dakota, Logan and ‘the angry man’ are in there.”
“Dillard?” Lash asks.
“Probably. Logan says he’s armed.”
“Let’s make this long, slow and painful,” Lash says with conviction. I'm liable to agree with him.
“Logan and Dakota's safety first. Then we'll see what's left to work with.”
We cross the road, keeping out of sight from as many windows as possible. I know they’re in the building, but not where. The place looks deserted. When we get to the locked front door, there's a fucking keypad. I squint at it, looking for any wear and tear that could give me a hint, but nothing.
“Do we break the window?”
