Bitch is already acting like my girl won’t be found.
“No, not right now, you can feel bad later,” I snap and storm past the receptionist, who frowns, but I ignore her and leave the shop before sprinting to the studio, where the moms of Drew’sstudents now look scared for my girl instead of irritated. I pick up my speed seeing Mary crying as she looks around.
I move past everyone but grip Mary’s hand on the way, and she gasps out a sob as I pull her into the studio, and I look around and demand, “Joel, talk to me,” the leadership ways Dad instilled in me come out and I gently sit Mary on the bench, Elizabeth sitting right beside her mom in support which is fucking weird to see.
I don’t trust her.
“Her bag is hanging up with her phone inside,” he growls, and I take a deep breath, trying my hardest to keep calm, and he says, “I’m going to get rid of the crowd. Have you called the club?”
“Both Carnage and Dark Angels are on their way,” I confirm just as my phone rings, and I answer, “Trick?” just as I storm through my girl's studio and go to her laptop, and I turn it on.
“Alright, brother, we’re on route. I’ve jammed all the speed cameras, so we’ll be with you a lot sooner, on both sides. Now do exactly as I say.”
“Cage, what are you doing on my sister's laptop?!” Elizabeth shouts, and Mary snaps, “Trying to find your sister, so shut up!” but I block them both out and do as Trick says, fucking hoping and praying I find my girl before her or our unborn child is unharmed.
***
“We’re a few minutes out, brother. Talk to me,” Trick says two and a half hours later, and I tremble as I try to follow the cameras.
“The four fuckers have changed their vehicle three fucking times,” I growl, watching as some scrawny guy literally throws my passed-out girl into the back of a pick-up just outside of town, and I try to follow it as Trick explained.
“We’re here!” he states as loud rumbles shake the glass windows, and he says, “So is Blade.”
Everything in me relaxes knowing my brothers are here, that they’ve got my back. Gratitude fills me before I hear stomping of boots. I lock eyes with my dad as he rushes my way. I stand before he takes me into his arms like I’m a kid again and I grip him tightly as I squeeze my eyes shut, the familiar sense of home overwhelming me.
Fuck I’ve missed him.
“We’ll find her, son,” he whispers, “Her and your baby will be okay…”
“She’s pregnant,” I hear Elizabeth gasp while Joel snaps, “Now is not the fucking time, El,” anger lacing his voice.
We hadn’t had the time to tell her parents yet.
Trick pats my shoulder as he goes to my girl's laptop and continues with what I was doing, and I pull back from my dad to find half the fucking brotherhood, including officer brothers, along with the Dark Angels MC filling the studio.
Fucking hell.
“Oh, wow, that is a lot of leather,” Elizabeth whispers, and half the brothers roll their eyes while the other half ignores her, and I take a deep breath. Fuck, I can barely breathe. I’m choking on how much this overwhelms me.
“Brotherhood, son,” dad says seeing my reaction, “we’re always at your back.”
I nod in understanding just as Trick claims, “Found her, the idiots took her to the motel up the road, we should be able to go by foot without tipping them off,” and now I roll my eyes.
“Fucking Chargers,” I mutter and I storm towards the door, the brothers all allowing me access before they fall behind me, Scar right beside me like he always was inside, and my strength pulls through, Joels, “Tell my daughter I want a word when you bring her home about my grandchild she didn’t tell me about.We both know she won’t be hurt, she has a habit of breaking bones.”
Some brothers look at me with their brows raised, while others who know exactly what she did to Drake all wince while Elizabeth flinches.
I ignore them all and storm out of the studio before I go into a sprint, and every single brother from both clubs keeps up with me.
I’m coming, baby, hold on…
Chapter 22
Drew
I tap my leg where it's crossed over my other leg, watching the scrawny, stinky little man pace anxiously back and forth, sweat beading on his forehead.
I’m pretty sure I’m taller than him, which says a lot considering I’m only five foot five. I would try to run because I am bored out of mind but I’ve seen two men standing outside. Not only is it three against one, so not a fair fight, but I am pregnant and need to think of the baby, I have faith in Bellamy.
