Finally, the title I’d hoped to hear, and it came from the wrong set of mouths.
There was still no respect for the title.
“We need to have a little chat.” One of the men at the passenger side used his gun to make a ‘hurry up’ motion.
I knew better than to comply, but three guns against one unarmed person trumped mouthing off.
Not shooting right away told me they wanted me for something.
I would have time to plan and escape later.
I just had to get through this part.
My purse lay sideways in the floor, too far away for a successful grab before they’d fill me with bullets.
I couldn’t risk their orders not including killing me if I put up too much of a fight.
I stepped out of the car, and the second man on the passenger side circled around to put zip ties on my wrists while the other two held me at gunpoint.
“About time you do as you’re fucking told.” The man leaned in close enough that my face reflected in his helmet visor. “You’ll ride with me.”
Less than a minute later, they’d hauled me onto the back of a bike and driven away.
I’d come back to help and now I’d become part of the trap.
Well, the joke was on them.
No one was coming to save me.
The thought brought a kind of savage satisfaction.
35
ASH
The clubhouse door burst open so hard it slammed against the wall, the force of it rattling the windows.
Colt stumbled in, eyes wide and face flushed.
“They took her.” He doubled over with his hands on his knees and wheezed. “I was walking through town, near the coffee shop, when I saw them. They took Noelle.”
Rafe shot to his feet so fast his chair flew through the air and crashed against the fireplace. “When?”
“I ran here fast as I could.” Colt waved his phone. “Tried to call you. No answer.”
Rafe swore and tore both hands through his hair.
I rushed for the closet and starting yanking coats off hangers.
I threw Rafe’s at him, then Bishop’s.
Bishop caught his with his good arm, his face too pale but determined not to be left behind. “Where? You said you were at the coffee shop.”
“Miller’s Bend. They zip tied her hands and tossed her on a bike.” He swallowed hard. “Sorry I couldn’t follow them.”
“Not your fault,” I reassured him with a slap on the shoulder. “You did good.”
My veins had turned to ice, but that wouldn’t slow me down.
