The door two floors above opens and my heart stops. I don’t even breathe, terrified that Tucker will make a sound, but he doesn’t. The door closes, and I listen for boots on the steps, but it's silent.
Gigi and I exchange a look, and she pulls her phone out, her fingers flying over the screen, typing a text.
“He’s not going to stop,” I whisper, tears in my eyes.
Gigi looks up from her phone, and her hands stop. I can tell instantly that she knows what I’m thinking.
“Don’t you dare.”
I clutch my son and press my lips to his forehead, tears spilling down my cheeks. I suck in a breath. “Mommy loves you, baby. Don’t ever forget that, okay?”
“Mommy?”
“Take care of my baby for me.” I push him into Gigi’s arms.
“Don’t do this. Heather. Please, don’t do this.”
I dash out the stairwell door and into the lobby.
I’m standing there when the elevator doors open and Snake walks out.
He stops in his tracks when he sees me. “Miss me, baby?”
I try not to vomit.
Snake’s hand locks around my wrist, and he jerks me to him, his other hand fisting in my hair and yanking my head back. “You’re gonna pay for running from me, bitch. Where’s your kid?”
Don’t look toward the stairwell. Don’t give them away.“It doesn’t matter. You don’t want him. It’s me you want.”
“You’re right. He’d just slow us down.” He drags me outside.
Greasy tosses his smoke and grins. “You found her, huh?”
Snake walks to his bike, and I go willingly, needing to put distance between him and my son.
He gets on his motorcycle, and I climb on behind him.
Greasy’s bike fires to life beside us, and the two men pull out, me clinging to Snake. I glance at the apartment lobby, thanking God my son is safe. The MC, my newfound family, will take good care of him, but my heart is breaking because I don’t know if I’ll ever see him again. I wonder if Cody will ever understand why I did what I just did or how strong a mother’s love can be.
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
Cody—
We’re coming up from the south on Hwy 101, when I see Crash looking down at his hip. A moment later, he and Cole are motioning us to the shoulder.
He dismounts his bike, putting his phone to his ear.
A second later, his eyes flick to mine and lock, and with the expression on his face, everything inside me goes cold.
I drop my kickstand and I’m off my bike in a flash, stopping in front of him. “What is it?”
“Settle down,” Cole snaps, moving in next to me.
“Give me a second. I’ll call you back.” Crash lowers his phone.
“Gigi tried to get ahold of TJ, but since we’re riding, he didn’t get the call. When he didn’t respond, she called Wolf.”
“What is it?” I ask, wishing my VP would get to the fucking point.
