Though, being visually impaired and scared out of her mind had made keeping track of time a bit difficult.
“About to cut you free. Don’t do anythingstupida.”
She might not understand whatever language they kept using, but she definitely understood that last word. Between the slight accent and the foreign words, she was beginning to believe they might be Italian.
She knew of no local Italian motorcycle clubs.
Maybe this had nothing to do with Zeke or the DAMC?
The second the zip-tie was cut, a piece of paper was pushed into her hand.
“Give that to your old man,” came the order.
Her old man?
“If any of you try anything stupid…don’t forget we have your boy.”
While that was not something she’d forget, their point was taken.
Seconds after hearing the slam of car doors, the engine roared and the vehicle raced down the street.
With her heart in her throat, she ripped the black hood off her head. The static electricity from the fabric not only made her hair snap and crackle, it made it stand on end.
But that was the least of her worries as she looked in the direction she’d heard the car speeding off. “Ledger!” she screamed.
She quickly checked her pockets for her phone. Of course, it was nowhere to be found. She either dropped it when they grabbed her or it had been left in her car.
She glanced at the piece of paper clutched in her fingers next.
It contained an address and a message.
Holy shit!
She took in her surroundings, only to discover she was only a single block from the DAMC clubhouse.
None of this made freaking sense! Why would the people kidnapping her son drop her close to there? It couldn’t be coincidence.
Whether it was intentional or not, she began to run, pushing her legs and lungs as hard as they could.
She ran. And ran.
Her mind spun. Her heart pounded. Her lungs burned. Her breathing wheezed.
Then she saw it.
The Iron Horse Roadhouse!
Thankfully, the bar was open since she had no idea if the back gate was unlocked. She wasn’t wasting timeto find out.
If he wasn’t in the bar, Zeke would be in the clubhouse waiting for her to drop off Ledger. He could get a hold of Vi and her Shadows to track down whoever was holding their son.
That option might be faster and better than contacting the police.
Yanking open the door, she burst through it and didn’t slow down. No matter how much her body was screaming for mercy.
“Zeke!”
Someone called out, “Kyra?”
