“Tate hit her panic button,” he said, after cutting the siren.
“Let’s go,” Dad ordered, and whoever happened to be there, rushed to their bikes, and mounted up.
“Where’s the fire?” Train asked, riding into the compound, his roadie and new patch to our club, Ant, following.
I’d never been so happy to see him in my life. “Tate hit her panic button.”
“Lead the way, brother.”
I had never ridden so quickly or so recklessly, but I had to get to her. I should have gone with my gut and met her in the first place. It was a mistake I’d never make again.
Pulling up to where Tate’s ping was leading us, we parked while Ant stayed with the bikes.
From the second Tate’s alarm sounded and now, barely twenty minutes had passed, but it felt like days, and I had no idea what manner of hell she was being subjected to as we made our way toward her.
“Building’s locked up tight,” Train said once we’d tried every entrance.
Dad shrugged, pulling out his Glock. “I have a key.”
He shot the lock out, immediately setting off an alarm, but I didn’t care as I pulled my own gun out and pushed my way in.
“I’ll stick around and wait for the cops,” Mack said. “I’ll buy you whatever time you need and call Jaxon.”
Jaxon Quinn was FBI and just happened to be the biological brother to Ace, Tillie’s father. That familial connection came in handy on many occasions.
To the right of the reception desk was a door with a security panel next to it, so I deduced that was the only way to get to Tate. Dad ‘unlocked’ that door as well, and I rushed through.
“Tate!” I bellowed.
I heard a frustrated growl from the back of the building, so I followed the sound.
“Why the hell do you always have to ruin everything?” Lionel squealed as he knelt beside a semi-lucid Tate on the floor, her blouse ripped down the front and a cut on her neck bleeding badly.
“Let her go, Lionel,” I ordered, my gun aimed dead center of his forehead.
“Drop the gun, or I’ll kill her.” He pressed the knife over her heart.
“Tate, baby?”
“Shut up!” Lionel squeaked, raising the knife with two hands. “She’s not yours—”
He didn’t get the chance to say another word. A shot rang out before I could even pull my trigger and he went down. I scooped Tate up and carried her out, needing to get her as far away from the psycho as I could.
* * *
Tate
My nose itched likea mother fucker and my head felt like demons were hammering inside.
Oh, shit. Lionel.
I gasped, forcing my eyes open, only to be met by Flash’s concerned face directly in front of me. “Hey, there beautiful.”
I reached for him. “You’re here.”
“I’m here.” He pulled me close as I burst into tears and he whispered, “I got you, baby.”
“What happened?” I asked, glancing around to see that I was in a hospital bed.
