My mouth parts. I knew he was good with computers but not hacking kind of good.
The brothers all nod with confirmation, and I look towards the TV, seeing an aerial view of the street one down from the school, the car that they dragged my daughter coming into view, and I sit up straighter and watch as he tracks it to the motel on the other side of town, where by the time stamp, it still sits.
Oh my…
“Found her,” Alex growls before he stands, and I stand up, adamant to go get her, but he shakes his head at me sternly.
No.
“Alex–” I begin, but he cuts me off as he rounds the table and stops before me, cupping my cheeks, his eyes shining full of fear I can see he’s trying to hide, and I grip his wrists.
“You’re not coming,” he instantly says, and my tears fall. He wipes them away and whispers, “I promise I will bring her home, that I’ll protect her with everything in me but, darling, please don’t let what I’m about to do touch you, don’t put yourself in that kind of situation, don’t put me in it because I wouldn’t be able to breathe if you looked at me differently.”
My eyes race between his, and I swear my heart breaks.
He's going to hate me for this, I just know it.
I give him a nod, and he sighs before I hear Doc announce, “Brother, take her outside, my old lady will sit with her, brothers take a seat, we need to plan a way of getting around that building without them noticing us, we can’t risk them hurting Lyra.”
“Come on, darling,” Alex whispers, and I nod as I grip his wrists tighter before he gently places a kiss on my forehead, then lets go of my cheeks, wrapping an arm around my waist.
My grip goes from his wrist to his cut, and I allow him to guide me out of the room he calls church with trembling legs and into the common room. Brit and Summer instantly come to me and I let the love of my life guide me into their waiting arms while I put a plan in motion. The urge to tell them I need the restroom is at the tip of my tongue, but I wait until Alex is back in that room.
“I promise, darling, I’ll bring our daughter back,” he whispers before kissing my head, and I close my eyes as I tremble while silently praying he’ll forgive me for this, for putting him in the situation he doesn’t want to be in.
I need to get to my daughter.
Chapter 27
Dirty
“Okay, we need a fucking plan to get my granddaughter back, preferably before my daughter-in-law breaks,” my dad says as soon as the doors shut, and I breathe heavy as I round the table and get back to my laptop, my main focus, my daughter.
I log into the motel's security footage and sigh in relief, seeing the car still there.
“Won’t they be expecting us?” Anchor asks, and I shake my head.
“No, Hol, most likely, given what Hol mentioned, the woman is coo-coo crazy. There’s a high chance she’ll be armed and looking to get rid of the main problem keeping her from taking her grandchild—Holly,” I say as I press a few buttons to rewind the footage, playing it back to the moment they arrive.
I watch as they get out. The younger woman with blonde hair throws sharp words at the older one. The older woman, so gaunt she looks like she’s been on drugs for fucking years, grabs a sobbing Lyra from the back seat, her thin fingers dug into Lyra’s arm so hard I can almost feel it, and I growl, rage burning inside me.
Lyra tries to fight her off, and the woman yanks her harder before saying something to her, making her compliant.
“What’s the over-under she just threatened her mama?” Ace growls, and I nod because, yeah, if I were a betting man, which during church I seem to be, she did.
“We’ll need to go in a truck,” Doc instantly states, “We can’t tip them off with our bikes, and that motel has a back entrance. I know the code for the gate.”
I look at him with a frown, joining everyone else's confusion and he winces and mutters, "I used to fuck the receptionist there before I met Brit. Don’t fucking tell her that, though. I like my balls and plan to impregnate her often."
Okay, I didn’t see that one coming.
Shaking my head, I look back down at the footage just as the door to church slams open and a tearful Summer rushes in, causing Anchor to rush over to her, but he pauses when she cries, “Holly’s gone! She went to use the restroom, and something didn’t sit right with me, so I went to follow only to see her driving out of the gates, the prospect looking at her with confusion, she’s gone after Lyra!”
My heart stops, my body trembles, and fuck!
No, no, no, no!
I quickly shove away from the table and rush outta church without a word, the brothers following me while Brit sobs.
