I grit my teeth. “Don’t tell me to hold it together.”
“Then hold it for them,” he says quietly. “Twitch has an address.”
It hits like a fist.
He’s right.
I slam my hand on the table, drawing every brother’s gaze.
“We ride,” I say, voice deep, lethal, and nothing like the man who living a retired life mere hours ago. “We ride now.”
The Hellions erupt into motion.
Engines roar.
Boots pound.
Guns locked in and loaded.
I stand in the doorway and watch the club I once led prepare for war—and for the first time in years, I feel like the President again. I miss it but Country Boy is the right man to keep it going.
Smoke stops beside me.
“You ready?” he asks.
“No,” I say honestly. “But I’m going in with a fury.”
“Good,” Smoke mutters. “Because I don’t think anyone is more scared of you right now than whatever bastard took your people.”
I stare out at the rows of bikes revving like thunder.
“They should be afraid.” I pause and as much as it kills me, I let the words come out, “She’s yours too. She is the mother of your children and you two have history even if I don’t agree with the ways you’ve hurt her, she loves you.”
“We’re gonna get them back,” he reassures me.
Only I don’t need reassurance. I know they are coming home. Because I’m not stopping.
Not until I have them back.
Not until Holley is safe in my arms.
Not until Tiffany is breathing and cursing me for worrying.
Whoever took them?—
I’m coming.
Hell’s coming with me.
Nineteen
Holley
The first thing I notice when I wake again is the taste of metal in my mouth.
The second is Tiffany’s breathing—ragged, fast, but alive—somewhere close by.
The third is pain.
