Six bikers raised their hands while their gazes remained on the floor. When Julio and Rebecca covered them, he shooed the men out of his way with his weapon to discover what distracted them.
Kenny lay on the floor bleeding. “Call for help, you assholes,” Kenny raged weakly. The men stood around him, not appearing the least concerned about their boss.
“Who did this?” Garrett barked, praying Riley and Tara didn’t see it.
“His old lady did it. Can’t say as I blame her,” one of the bikers said, tossing a cigarette on the floor next to Kenny. “He killed our last leader, and he gave her to the club. Can’t say I’ll miss him.”
Garrett noticed a phone lying on the floor, resembling the one he gave Riley.
“Where did you take Riley and Tara?” he demanded.
Rebecca knelt beside Bernice, who suffered a gunshot wound to her chest. “She’s gone, Garrett.”
“Where are they?” he said, poking the metal of his weapon into the first biker.
“We don’t know. Their dad made a deal with Kenny. The man’s a crazed lunatic. Talking about grain and making the younger one pay,” he babbled.
“Can you trace Tara’s phone?” he asked Julio, feeling dread fill him from his head down to his toes.
“Matthew can. Rebecca has the police on their way,” Julio told him. “Matthew’s outside,” he told him, taking the weapons from the bikers.
Jameson and Garrett rushed to the door as Matthewzeroed in on Tara’s phone. “I knew the trackers might come in handy. It says Tara’s at the new grain mill.”
They jumped into the truck, and Garrett gunned it, determined to get to the woman he loved and her sister. On their way, they passed the police cars with their sirens blaring and lights on. A minute later, he saw Julio and Rebecca gaining on them.
“What the hell are they doing at the grain mill?” Jameson asked.
“Riley’s father blames Tara for their mother’s death. Tara fell into a grain bin, and she went in after her. Tara survived, her mother didn’t,” Garrett said, desperately praying their father didn’t plan on doing what Garret guessed.
“Shit. He’s a sick asshole,” Jameson exclaimed. “How do we want to handle this?”
“If we can take him down, we take the shot. He’s put their lives in danger,” Matthew ordered. “If he’s doing what Garrett’s thinking, we have no choice. Can you live with that, Garrett? I don’t know how Riley will feel about it.”
“At this point, she’ll feel relieved. Damn it, can this truck not go any faster?” he stressed as he pressed harder on the gas pedal.
“We can’t be far behind them. Kenny’s wound appeared fatal,” Matthew informed them.
“Can’t think of a better ending for the asshole,” Garrett muttered as he turned into the mill’s parking lot. The gates remained locked, and it appeared empty.
“Did we guess wrong?” Jameson asked as they drove closer.
“No,” Matthew pointed to a section in the gate with a gaping hole. “I bet Riley did it.”
A piercing scream floated in the air, making Garrettcrash the gates and enter the mill. They saw Rachel’s truck, and Garrett’s gaze fell on the grain bin.
He braked hard and dashed from the truck. He saw Riley and her dad on the small ladder, leading to the top. Riley struggled, almost losing her balance as her father struck her.
“Tara,” Riley screamed in terror. Garrett took the ladder steps two at a time.
“Help me, Riley,” Tara screamed from inside the bin.
Rage filled him with each step as he got closer to Riley and her father. He glanced up to see Riley send a fist to her father’s jaw and the man stumbled backward. His chest went into the hatch. He weaved and tried to regain his balance. Riley shoved him, trying to move him out of the way. Her father let out a yell as he grabbed hold of Riley’s jacket, and both went over the edge.
“Nooo,” Garrett roared as he watched Riley fall in. “Grab the rescue tubes,” he shouted as he ran toward the opening. Four plastic crates sat at the top, and Garrett leaned over the edge.
“I’m coming, Riley,” he yelled as he saw her fighting to keep Tara above the corn.
“Save her,” she pleaded.
