“Daddy!” two girls screamed, and I paused. Had Mike brought hischildrento a kidnapping?
“You go through me to reach them,” he promised.
“Daddy, quick, get in the car. She’s crazy!” the first little girl shrieked as the second began sobbing.
I sheathed the knife quickly—traumatised kids weren’t on the agenda today.
“Dynamo, I found Maci in the park. A guy wastrying to take her. I was driving by, saw what was happening, and stopped. The asshole ran off, and Maci’s cell was dead. She didn’t know anyone’s phone number or her address, so I brought her here. I tried calling you when I realised where we were heading. You didn’t answer. Maci’s safe, and I’m taking my girls home. Don’t try to stop me,” Mike warned.
“You’re staying until Warden and Soul get back.”
“Not happening. Bitch, you’ve just scared the crap out of my babies. Fuck you.” Mike moved sideways as if he was going to get in his SUV, and I held him in place. He struggled, but I wouldn’t let go.
“Stop, Dynamo. You ain’t terrorising my girls,” Mike growled out. There was sheer anger in his face and a desperation to protect his children.
“Didn’t think of that when you took Maci.”
“Next time I see a kid in danger, I’ll allow that shit to happen,” Mike snapped. He kept struggling, and I refused to release him. Warden and Soul needed to deal with this.
“I. Don’t. Believe. You.”
“And I don’t give a flying fuck! Raven, no!” Mike shouted as a black-haired whirlwind headed towards me, and a sharp pain exploded in my knee.
The kid had kicked me!
“I hate you!” Raven screamed. I was surprised enough that I relaxed my hold on Mike, who moved like lightning and grabbed her. He swung Raven around, but she was shrieking insults, and Mike shoved her into the car.
Bike pipes roared, and Warden arrived with Soul behind him and several members. Soul had barely parked before he was off his Harley and heading towards Mike with murder in his eyes. I could have stopped him, but didn’t.
Mike ducked Soul’s punch, and screams came from the SUV.
“What the hell?” Warden yelled, staring at the two tear-stained faces. “Mike took other kids?”
“Fuck you, asshole, those are my daughters,” Mike snarled.
“Daddy, Robin’s having an attack!” Raven cried, and Mike shoved his hand into a jean pocket and pulled out an asthma pump.
Mike didn’t even look at us and tore open the door. He picked another dark-haired girl up and sat on the gravel. He rubbed her back and held the pump to her lips.
“Breathe, darlin’,” Mike ordered.
Robin nodded and sucked hard. She held her breath and repeated the action.
“Daddy!” Maci yelled as she escaped the clubhouse. Priest was on her heels as she staggered towards Soul. He moved and snatched her up, burying his face in her hair.
“What’s wrong with Robin?” Maci demanded.
As pissed off as Mike looked, his expression softened. “Robin has asthma, Maci; she just needs her medication,” he said gently.
“Daddy, Mike saved me from the bad man,” Maci announced, and the air turned electric.
“Mike did?” Soul asked, and I heard the anger and urge to kill in his voice. Mentally, Soul was sharpening Keres, his axe.
“A stranger tried to kidnap me, and Mike stopped him. Then he brought me home, and I’ve got some new friends. Aren’t they nice? And Mike didn’t lie, not once,” Maci rattled on.
“Mike took you,” Soul stated.
“No. The mean guy did. Mike saved me,” Maci insisted.
