The hairs on the back of my neck stood up.
“Son, what’s wrong? Where’s your mom?”
“I-I don’t know.”
Three words that almost stopped my heart beating. Savannah would’ve never left Aiden alone, whatever the reason.
“We-we were getting ice cream, and this man came up to me, and then he was pushing us out the door. He had a gun.”
“Slow down,” I told Aiden, trying to calm my nerves as well as his. My heart beat so loud that it thundered in my ears. “Tell me where you are.”
“I don’t know.”
“Okay, look around you. What do you see?”
“Um, I see a street sign,” he said.
“Good. Tell me what it says.”
He ran off the name of the street he was near with a few other landmarks. While Aiden tried to tell me where he was, I texted Micah everything he said.
I sent Micah Aiden’s location once I pulled it up on my phone. LS Investigations turned out to be only a few minutes from where Aiden was.
“Thank God.” I sighed, relieved when Micah told me he and his team were on the way.
“I’m scared, Dad,” Aiden said into the phone.
“I know. I’m on my way to you. Your Uncle Micah will be there soon. Stay on the phone with me,” I told him as I pulled out of my parking spot.
I revved the throttle of my bike and sped onto the onramp of the highway.
It would take about fifteen minutes to get from the base to the bank.
Every minute that passed felt like an eternity. I knew my brother was on his way and he would keep Aiden safe, but that didn’t stop my heart from racing. Thoughts of Aiden alone and helpless collided with images of a terrified Savannah calling out for help.
From the description Aiden gave me, I knew the person who took them had to be Reyes. I’d seen a picture from the information Micah was able to gather on him. I was ready to rip that motherfucker, Reyes, from limb to limb.
“Move it,” I growled at the cars in my way.
I ignored the blare of horns honking at me as I cut them off. The speed limit, the possibility of getting pulled over for speeding, or even the threat of an accident weren’t my concerns at that point.
“He’s here,” Aiden said. “Uncle Micah’s here. I see him.”
“Okay, that’s good.” A beat later, I heard Micah’s voice through the phone.
“Ace?”
“I’ll be there soon.”
I revved my bike and sped up, not caring about the speed limit. Any officer who tried to pull me over would catch a windshield of my dust. Consequences be damned.
My tires squealed as I turned into the parking lot of the bank. I hit the brakes and parked, hopping off my bike so quickly that the damn thing almost fell over when I barely lowered the kickstand.
“Dad.” Aiden ran into my open arms.
I hugged him so tightly to me that I feared I was suffocating him. I released him after a long minute.
“I shouldn’t have left her,” he said with tears running down his face. “She yelled at me to run. I didn’t want to leave. But she kept yelling for me to,” he explained. “I’m sorry.” He cried into my shoulder.
