“Jesus, Rich, what the hell happened?”
“IT’S MINDY!” I shout, my voice being carried out by the waves. “Someone’s taken her.”
Everyone moves at once; both Drac, Phantom, and Amber’s friend Luca come racing over within seconds.
“What do you mean she’s been taken?” Drac asks, inspecting the wound on my ear.
Slapping his hand away, I glare at him, the rage inside me pushing through. “I’m fine!” I growl. “We’re wasting precious time here.”
Amber takes Drac’s hand, staring at me with wide, frightened eyes. “What happened?”
“One minute she was there. Right fucking there next to e. And the next… taken.”
“You gotta give me more than that, Rich. I know you’re angry—”
“I’m fucking furious!” I rage. “I’m going to kill anyone who dares to fucking touch her.”
“You need to calm down,” Voorhees tells me. “You’re working yourself up.” His arm comes around my shoulder, but I’m too worked up to care. I shrug him off too.
“I’m gonna do more than work myself up if they so much as harm a single red hair on her goddamn head. We have to find her. This can’t be the end.”
Drac and Phantom exchange a look.
“We got nothing that can help us, Krampus. We came here unarmed and oblivious.”
None of us thought the fight would follow us across an ocean, but it’s here, and now she’s gone because of it.
“This is all my fault. I should’ve never have left her side.”
“Rich,” Amber softly says, coming up to hug me. “You can’t blame yourself for this. You didn’t know. None of us did.”
My head shoots up, making her step back in fear when she sees the rage intensifying in my glare. “I let my guard down, Amber. I let myself believe she’d be safe. I have no way to protect her now. We’re helpless.”
Luca clears his throat. “Not exactly,” he informs us. “I have some friends who can help you. They’re already on their way here.”
We stare at the strange Italian man, wondering when and how he reached out to someone that fast.
The roar of motorcycles fills the night air just as a line of twenty bikers pulls around a street, stopping inches from the sand.
We all freeze. Shit, another thing we aren’t prepared for.
Luca walks up to greet him, shaking the hand of the man up front. He’s cleanly shaven, his chiseled jaw clenching as Luca says something to him in Italian that none of us but Amber understands.
“They’re here to help us,” she exclaims, hugging Drac tightly. “They’re part of Luca’s club.”
“He rides?”
She nods. “It’s recent, but yeah, he’s in a club just like you are.” Five of the men walk up to us, all wearing matching cuts that say: Fratellanza dei Demoni MC on the back. Whatever that means.
“Ciao,” he greets, extending a friendly hand.
“Ciao,” I repeat, shaking his firmly. At least I know enough Italian to say hello back.
“Luca tells me your girl’s been taken,” he says in almost flawless English. If it weren’t for his accent, you’d think he was born on the other side of the pond.
“Yes.”
“How long ago?”
