I shake my head, my nails digging into my palms.“How could you?”I ask, my voice breaking.
“We don’t know for certain what’s happening with Bill’s Freight.It’s only your word; we don’t have any concrete evidence.Now, get your ass over here,” Gage says, and I’m done.
Fuck them.Fuck this.
“I’m not coming home!”I yell, and I do the only thing I can think of.I run in the opposite direction.Away from my family, away from my captors.
I’m free.
Chapter Forty-One
Before
Amirah
The pen in my hand flies over the page, pouring out everything that I’m feeling.The anger.The helplessness.The passion to save these girls.The heartache.The drive.Gage is making it impossible for me to get out of here and go back to the club to get more information.
I’ve been to one training session and tried asking some of The Brotherhood soldiers about the club, but they didn’t give me anything.I’m going to keep trying.My presentation is almost ready to show my brother.Once he knows, he’ll be able to help me—but will he ever really listen?Will a woman’s voice ever be heard at a man’s table?
I’m starting to wonder.Does he keep me around, keep me safe, because I’m his blood—but doesn’t really value me as a person?
My phone vibrates next to me, and I pick it up and open the message.
Gage: Freya’s been kidnapped.Be on alert.Don’t do anything stupid or reckless.Stay put.
I drop the pen in my hand and stand, my journal falling to the ground.Shit.My heart races as I pace across my room and back, gripping my phone.Freya’s in trouble.Gage told me to stay put, but I can’t.I need to help.
I grab a black hoodie from my closet and throw it and sneakers on before heading out my door.Two of my guards push off the opposite wall.I don’t bother telling them anything.I race down the stairs, taking them two at a time.Voices carry from the ground level.There are soldiers everywhere, grabbing weapons from the living room.
Ronald, one of Gage’s elite, barks orders.He looks up, our eyes clashing, and stalks toward me.
“Where are you going?”he snaps.
“Tell me where they are,” I growl.
“I don’t take orders from you.”
I grab his forearm, digging my nails in.“Gage asked me to come but didn’t have time to tell me where.So you either tell me now or deal with him later,” I say, holding his gaze.It’s not true at all, but I don’t care.
He yanks his arm out of my grip.“The home Freya grew up in Daringville.”
I’m out the front door, running toward the garage, clicking my fob.The gate takes several long seconds to open.Hurry up.My hands shake.The front door to the house slams shut, and I move like lightning is up my ass, ducking under the garage door.Running toward my car, I unlock her as I get close, then slide inside.
Kicking her into reverse, I back out, skidding to a stop outside the garage.My guards chase after my car, but I lose them in the dust, flooring it down the driveway and out the second gate.I press my fob to open the next gate to our community.It opens and I drive out.
A figure emerges from the guard box, my lights illuminating Lucas.I slam on my brakes and curse.He looks bad.Blood stains his shit, and his face is covered in dirt.
My passenger door opens.
“What the fuck happened to you?”I ask, eyeing him up and down.
“Long story.Where are they?”
“Get in,” I snap, and Lucas jumps in my car.I take off toward Freya’s old house.
“Dominic has Freya.The guys are there, and shit’s fucked up,” I explain.
I hope we make it in time, but what are we walking into?Are they okay?My fingers tighten around the steering wheel.I can’t live without my brother, Freya, and hell, even Hazen.They are family.
