I grabbed his gun from his holster, my hands shaking, saying a silent thank you to my father for teaching me so many things. When I was a young woman I thought it was ridiculous that he insisted I learn how to do some of these things, like shoot a gun. Now I was so grateful I was going to kiss his cheek the moment I saw him again.
I will see him again.
It wasn’t going to be long now before these men noticed Owen was missing and came searching for him. I was going to do everything in my power to make sure we both made it home.
CHAPTER 25
Pyre
“No one’s found the mass grave we stuck those assholes in yet,” Scythe told our group as we sat around the table during church.
“Doesn’t mean they’re not looking,” Warrant replied.
“Oh, they’re looking,” Cypher said with a grin. “They’re just not going to find them. I’m planning to-”
The door slammed open and hit the wall so hard it nearly shut right back in Ainsley’s face. She slapped a hand on it to keep it from nailing her.
I was out of my seat before the others. She wasn’t storming in because she was angry with us—or Warrant—the look on her face was sheer panic. Ainsley was not prone to panic. Normally we’d skin someone for interrupting church, but she was as pale as a ghost and breathing hard. Her eyes locked on me.
“Rae’s in trouble.”
You could hear a fucking pin drop.
“And Owen.”
We were all on our feet now.
“What happened?” Cypher barked.
“I was listening to the police scanners.” She always had those scanners going off in her office. She’d been working late, waiting on Warrant to finish with church. “Rae’s out at the old covered bridge. She called out officer down.” Her eyes flashed over to Warrant.
“Get me one of those scanners,” Cypher ordered. “Demo, Rotor, Glitch, get some rifles. We’ll need to take the cages. They’ll be faster going down Warren Road.”
“One pot hole and everyone will be on their asses on the bikes,” Jury said in agreement as everyone began moving for the door.
Ainsley stepped inside the room and out of the way, handing over a scanner to Cypher. “She said there were four men out there tearing apart a vehicle looking for something.”
“Fuck,” I hissed, pulling my gun out and checking that it was loaded. Of course it was. I was out the door before Ainsley had time to give Cypher a full report.
I grabbed a set of keys off the wall where we hung them and was running for the door when Jury caught up. “Wait for the others,” I told him. “Wait for the guns.”
“And let you have all the fucking fun?” He smirked at me. “Not happening.”
“You’re not going!” Warrant’s voice floated after us as Jury and I beelined for the back door of the club.
I didn’t slow down to listen to Ainsley try to make her case for why she should come with us. Every second fucking counted when my woman was out there with four armed men and one injured cop. She wasn’t going to leave Owen. She didn’t have it in her to abandon him. Which meant it was only a matter of time before they found her.
The vehicle started and I threw it into drive. A hand hit my window. Scythe hit it again. “Don’t run me over while I fucking climb in, asshole.”
Both back doors opened and Scythe, Cynic, and Torque jumped in the back. Warrant wasn’t going to be far behind, knowing Owen was out there and injured meant he didn’t have time to argue with Ainsley and would let her come. But I wasn’t waiting on him. He could take his own ride.
Jury half turned and gave the guys grim looks. “You guys manage to grab any more guns?”
“No,” Cynic answered.
“You even know what’s going on?” Jury asked, rooting around under the seat.
“What are you doing under there?” Cynic asked him.
