She ignored Coop and kept going. She had no time to waste.
“Fuck!” she heard him shout as she slammed both palms against the swinging door that led into the kitchen that divided the public bar from the private club. She hit it so hard it smacked into the wall, but she didn’t slow down. She kept running, hoping she didn’t trip and fall. Or pass out.
“Zeke!”
Ignoring the startled cooks, she burst through the swinging door that deposited her into the MC’s common area.
“Babe, why the fuck is your hair?—”
“Zeke!” she shrieked at the top of her lungs when she spotted him standing by a pool table, cue stick in hand.
Despite zeroing in on Zeke, she could sense everyone else freezing in place and take a collective breath.
His expression changed in a flash. From amused to downright scary.
She didn’t stop running until she slammed into him. And when she did, he took the impact with ease, enveloping her in his arms, squeezing her tight, and shoving his face into her hair.
“What the fuck happened?” he growled.
She pulled in what air she could so she could answer, even though his embrace was so tight he was crushing her.
“They took Ledger!” Good thing he had a tight hold on her since her knees chose that moment to give out.
He got a more solid grip to keep her on her feet. “Who?”
“I don’t know! Some men pulled a hood over my head, bound my wrists, and took us from the driveway of my apartment.”
He went wired. “What the fuck? They got my fuckin’ boy?”
Despite keeping her attention focused on Zeke, she could feel the tension in the room ramp up and faceless bodies began to surround them. She ignored the curses, murmurs, and questions being lobbed at her, as well as the fury making the air crackle and pop the same as her hair.
Zeke’s blue eyes searched her face, then he set her away from him to check the rest of her from head to toe. “Are you okay?”
“No, Zeke, I’m not okay! They fucking took Ledger!” And he would always be more important than her.
The threat of death and destruction filled his face. “Whoever took him’s gonna fuckin’ pay.”
As a hiccup-sob finally worked its way free, she shoved the paper crushed in her hand at him. “They told me to give you this.”
Chapter Twenty-Six
Overrun with thoughtsof revenge and retribution, Zeke glanced at the note shoved at him. He released Kyra completely to uncrumple the balled-up note. He skimmed it quickly once, then reread it slower.
Ledger is fine.
36th & Lawrence.
If you want him to stay in that condition, come alone.
Every inch of him instantly went solid.
“It’s the goddamn Souls, ain’t it?” Rage boomed from behind him. “Those motherfuckers!”
“I’ve been around bikers a long time and I didn’t catch a biker vibe from these guys,” Kyra informed Rage around her panting.
Not only was her hair still standing on end for whatever reason, she continued to struggle to catch her breath and had sweat beading on her forehead. Despite her trying to be braveand hold herself together, tears filled her eyes, and every once in a while, a sob wracked her body.
How the fuck did she escape or get to the clubhouse?
