“You see her?” he asks.
I don’t answer.
I’m already running.
Saint curses behind us.
“She was by the bikes.”
I know.
I know exactly where she was.
The van fishtails slightly as it hits the corner.
Ghost’s voice cuts sharp. “That wasn’t random. They were watching.”
My vision narrows to the van’s taillights shrinking down the road.
I was inside.
I left her outside.
I left her exposed.
Every brutal image slams through my head at once. Her wrists bound again. Tape over her mouth. That look in her eyes last night when she said she didn’t want to feel alone.
And I left her alone.
My chest goes cold.
Viper grabs my arm. “Doc.”
I yank free.
“Keys.”
Saint is already sprinting toward the bikes.
Blade’s voice comes through the comm, tight but steady. “Girl’s secure. I’ll get her back to the clubhouse.”
“Do it,” Viper snaps.
I reach my bike in three strides, hands shaking once before they lock steady around the grips.
This is my fault.
I should’ve kept her behind me.
Should’ve put her in the truck.
Should’ve—
The engine roars to life beneath me.
Ghost mounts up beside me.
“Plate?” he asks.
