No. That wasn’t it. There was something else. I could feel it.
“I’m on my way. I’ll be there as fast as I can, Cam.”
“I know. Mimi is with her. I’ll follow. Zane is taking me.”
Zane. I needed to talk to that prospect. “Don’t let her out of your sight once you’re with her. Promise me.”
“Rael?”
“Someone hurt her, Cam. I can feel it.”
“Shit,” she cursed. “Okay. See you soon.”
She ended the call, but I was already stuffing my cell back into the pocket of my cut. My feet pounded the stairs as I rushed up to the main floor of the house, pausing only long enough to lock the door. We never left it unlocked because we didn’t want the boys to fall down the stairs.
The twins were napping, and Gia was still in her crib since we finished lunch. She took a long nap at midday, but the boys would be up soon. I didn’t have a lot of time to sort things out before I had to leave.
My front door opened, and Chrome strode toward me. “I’m here. We’ll ride as soon as Shadow arrives. He’s going to stay with the kids.”
Thank fuck.
I nodded as I strode out onto the porch, and Chrome followed me. Tension wound around my neck and shoulders. I should already be on the goddamn road!
Chrome squeezed my shoulder. “Cam called me, but my Reaper already knew you needed me.” He swallowed hard, as if he were too emotional to speak and needed a moment. “Nylah will be fine.”
“And if she’s not?” I asked, barely holding back the rage simmering beneath my skin.
“We reap whoever fucked with her.”
My brother knew something had happened. His Reaper felt it the same as mine. Someone harmed my ol’ lady.
We didn’t discuss it further because Shadow rode onto my driveway and parked his bike. He shut down the engine and stood. “Go!”
I guess all the Reapers had felt it. There was something odd about the way their connection had deepened over time. A few years ago, they couldn’t sense things like this, but that had changed. Everything fucking changed after Cameron nearly died last year.
Lucifer popped into my thoughts, but I didn’t indulge them. There wasn’t a reason to drag his annoying, manipulative ass into this. He’d just try to control the situation and piss me off, then laugh about it—the asshole.
I was already on my bike and riding away from the house, struggling to take the roads at a safe speed because everything inside me was screaming that she needed me. My Reaper was seething. His rage pulsed beneath my skin. But it was the quiet within my mind, where the Berserker lived, that was most concerning. He was plotting vengeance: planning pain and suffering. I would spill blood and not care how destructive I became to avenge my beloved.
“Oh, fuck!” Chrome glanced my way.
I heard him, even with the rumble of our engines.
“Breathe, brother! We’ve got hours before we reach Vegas.”
“No!” I hissed the word at him, pulling back on the throttle as we reached the open highway. My speed climbed as I leaned forward, focusing on staying in the saddle. Now that I left my neighborhood and Tonopah behind, I could push myself and my bike to the limits.
I didn’t care how fast I rode. The only thing that mattered was reaching Nylah and ensuring she was safe. After that, I would hunt. Whoever hurt her would fucking pay for this.
Chrome stayed behind me, vigilant the entire trip. I never once dropped speed, reaching Vegas much faster than the usualthree hours the journey took from Tonopah. We had to stop at an intersection, and I tapped my thigh, impatient to reach the hospital.
My brother idled beside me. “We’re almost there.”
I gave him a crisp nod, trying not to run the light. There was too much traffic. I’d end up struck by a vehicle and delay seeing Nylah if I tried to push my way through.
The light switched to green, and I surged forward, swerving around cars until I finally pulled into the parking lot at MountainView. I shut down the engine and stuffed my helmet into my saddlebag before running inside.
Chrome was right behind me.
