“Two days? Why did they leave?”
“Hopper called and arranged a meet. JJ and the twins went behind Cas’s back and left, Cas and Sparky left the next day. None of them are answering their phones.” She crosses her arms over her chest. “I need you to do your computer magic and find them.”
I nod and look down at my niece. Peeling her away from me, I kneel down and tap her nose, making her smile.
“It’ll be okay, Ray. I promise.”
Though it’s promise I'm not sure I’ll be able to keep.
20
Jj
My wrists burn from trying to get them free from the rope binds. Leo’s given up telling me to quit, that there’s no point wasting my energy. It feels wrong to sit and not do a thing to get free.
“Why would they split us up? I don’t like not knowing where the twins are,” I say.
“We would’ve done the same if we were them and you know it,” Leo grunts.
“True. How the fuck did he get you?”
“I’m more interested in how he got thethreeof you?” he retorts.
I should have said goodbye to Harper before I left. It was a spur of the moment decision and if I didn’t leave when I did, Dad or Cas could have come out at any second. I ride onto the twins’ street and come to a slow stop. Glancing left then right, both have babies in the house, and I decide to call Mason.
It rings out and I call again. He answers on the first ring.
“Any news?”
“I’m out front of your house.”
I hang up and wait thirty seconds before the front door opens, and he walks out half dressed.
“What’s going on?”
“Me, you, and your brother are heading out tonight. I’ll call him while you go get ready.”
“Where’s your dad and Cas?”
“This is on me. They’re back at the club.”
A dirty smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth. I hit up Myles phone as Mase disappears back into his house.
When he answers, I instruct, “I’m outside. Say your goodbyes and get your ass out here.”
I end the call and put my phone away. I’ll call Harper in the morning. If she’s sleeping, I don’t want to risk waking her. It’s for the best. Once we have Leo, I can be there for her and get her settled again.
Mason comes out of the house with two backpacks. He locks up and proceeds to hand me one of the bags. Unzipping it, I find a mix of guns and bullets inside.
“You do this just now?”
He shakes his head. “I’ve been waiting for this since I figured out you stashed bullets in our saddlebags,” he tells me as Myles comes out of his house with a bag of his own.
He pushes his bike off his drive and stops beside me. No matter how quiet we want to be when we leave, the three of us will probably wake the street.
“It’s about time, Jay.” He grins.
“Yeah, yeah.”
