Thunder held my gaze while he picked up the radio and pressed the button on the side. “Yeah. What’s up?”
“I’ve got a woman out here who needs to see him. Seems a little unhinged. Says her name’s Sammy. Should I let her in?”
My pulse spiked, and I didn’t wait for Thunder to answer. “Tell her I’m on my way.”
CHAPTER 4
SAMMY
I wanted to kill him.Out of all the places he could have stopped in for a cup of coffee tonight, he had to walk into Hit the Bull’s Pie. I’d been doing fine on my own. The past five years had been hard, but I’d managed. Now, within hours of seeing Juice again, my entire life had been ripped apart.
The hulk manning the gate at the entrance to the Mustang Mountain Riders compound glanced over at me. “Park in front of the clubhouse. Juice is on his way to meet you.”
I nodded and eased my car through the gate. I’d heard him say I looked a little unhinged. After a quick glance in the rearview mirror, I agreed. Mascara smeared across my cheeks, and my eyes were bloodshot from bawling. I didn’t care what I looked like. All I cared about was getting my son back.
There wasn’t anywhere to park, so I stopped in themiddle of the drive. Rain pelted the windshield, but I didn’t feel a thing when I got out of the car.
“Sammy!” Juice jogged toward me. “What are you doing here?”
My fingers curled into two tight fists. When he was close enough to reach, I hauled back and tried to land a punch to his chin. “You bastard!”
He easily caught my hand in mid-air. “Whoa. What’s wrong?”
“It’s all your fault.” I swung at him with my other fist. He pulled back, and my punch barely grazed his chin.
“What the hell’s going on?” His arms wrapped around mine, pinning them against my sides. Juice kicked the door to my car shut, then manhandled me into the clubhouse.
“Need some help?” A guy held the door for us as Juice half-carried, half-dragged me inside.
“Can you find a place to park the car?” Juice asked. The guy nodded and pulled the door closed behind him.
I struggled against Juice’s tight grip, but it didn’t do any good. “Let me go. We’ve got to go after him.”
“Who?” Juice let go to open a door in front of us, then flipped on the light as he nudged me into the room.
“Oliver.” I rounded on him. “The guy from the cafe followed me home. Said he’d been looking for a way to get back at the Mustang Mountain Riders. He waited until the babysitter left, then took him. You’ve got to get him back.”
“What the fuck?” The door flewopen, and a huge man stood in the doorway. “I can hear you all the way from the kitchen.”
“I’ve got this.” Juice tried to shut the door, but the man wouldn’t budge.
I didn’t have time for the two of them to have a pissing contest. It had already taken me way too long to make the drive to Mustang Mountain and figure out where to find the clubhouse. Every minute mattered.
“Juice, I need your help.” Water streamed down my cheeks, and I wasn’t sure if it was from the rain or from crying. Both of us were soaked through from head to toe, but I didn’t feel anything except for the icy cold grip of fear squeezing my heart.
“Who’s she?” the giant asked.
Juice gave up trying to shut him out. He stepped away from the door and headed toward a wet bar at the back of the room. “Shooter, meet Sammy.”
“Sammy, it’s a pleasure.” Shooter held out his hand.
I ignored it and rushed toward Juice. “We’ve got to do something.”
He handed me a wad of paper towels he’d pulled from a roll on the counter. “Slow down. Tell me exactly what happened.”
I didn’t want to tell him about Oliver. On the drive to Mustang Mountain, I’d tried to figure out a way to secure his help without telling him the whole truth. Juice was a good guy, and I had no doubt he’d do the right thing. But I needed him to be fully invested. He had to know what was at stake if I wanted him to take the threat seriously.
Taking a deep breath, I swabbed the rain away frommy face and my hairline with the paper towels. Then I lifted my chin and stared straight into his eyes. “The Savage Bones took Oliver. They said if I wanted to see him again, I needed to bring a representative from the Mustang Mountain Riders to the cafe tomorrow morning.”
