Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 52639 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 263(@200wpm)___ 211(@250wpm)___ 175(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52639 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 263(@200wpm)___ 211(@250wpm)___ 175(@300wpm)
“I’m on my way.” Karma tells him. “Got another situation.”
“Oh fuck,” his cousin says what we are all feeling.
“Hellions marker for this. Tripp called it.” Karma continues and Link cuts him off.
“Name it, no marker, no money, just tell me what the hell you need from us.”
“Maritza and Dia Crews are missing. Phones are off. Switch them on. Find them. I need a trace of something. Tripp and crew are ready to roll out but need some direction.”
“Text me Dia’s number. We got Maritza’s. I get a beat on them; I’ll reach out to Tripp. You go get fuckin’ Hollis, Dillon.”
The call ends without another word. I’m not surprised Karma has his cousins watching out for Maritza. She has his son more than Hollis’s actual mom, Anna.
Karma is clicking away on his phone as we pull up to the airport. “Brother, you ain’t gonna believe this shit!”
“What?” I ask getting parked and ready to exit the van in my chair.
“On a whim, I checked my phone. I share my location with Maritza, except when it’s club shit and she shares hers with me since she has Hollis so much. Her phone was off Ruby said. Maritza’s phone just came on. Her location can’t believe this shit. She’s in Florida too. Not far from where Link found Hollis.”
“Call Ruby. If Maritza is there it’s most likely Dia is with her. Maybe Hollis called her.”
The concern on his face is fierce. “What if my psycho ex is setting her up? I don’t trust Anna at all.”
“None of us fuckin’ do brother. One thing is for sure, and two things are for certain. One is we will get there come hell or high water and the two women best at going to war for someone they love are closing in on your son. No one will fight harder for your boy than Maritza Castillo and Dia Crews.”
Karma gives a halfhearted nod. “Situation shouldn’t be this. My ass shouldn’t have passed out so hard I missed the calls and texts. We lost precious time. She got too far with my kid.”
Time is against us. He is not wrong.
“Yo, whatcha got?” Tripp answers.
“Round up, ride out, fly out, I don’t know but Link is sending over location. Maritza is in Florida, same general area as Hollis. Last text from Link said they pinpoint Dia with Maritza. When we lined up what they sent us on Hollis and what we have on Maritza, they aren’t together yet, but they aren’t far from being reunited. I think Hollis called Maritza and she went out for him. Get the South Carolina guys on the way. Call Ravage. Call who the fuck ever can get there. We got a flight, so time is not our friend.” Karma states and I take the phone with a desperate concept.
“There’s a club in Florida where they are. I talked to a fucker. Shit isn’t good with me and him. I threatened his ass because well, he was a dick standing in the way of me talking to Emmalee. No matter now. He’s patched according to his cut I saw on the video. Sinister Sons MC. Call up their prez. They are in the area and may take a marker to be our eyes ‘til we can get there. They may not, but what harm is there in giving the offer?”
It’s a long shot since I told them I was starting war less than an hour ago, but I’m not against humbling myself for Dia and Maritza’s safety.
“You got it,” Tripp says before muttering to Tank to reach out to the Sons. “You two get on the plane. Reach out when you land.”
We end the call and go about doing exactly that.
I’ve never had a flight feel like eternity before. My mind is no longer focused on Emmalee, but on my family. Hollis, Maritza, and Dia need all of us and I’ll do anything to keep them safe.
Anything.
NINE
EMMALEE
Life lessons with Emma: Family betrayal puts everything into perspective. Blood doesn’t mean anything.
“Who’s there?” I call out like I didn’t lock eyes with her.
How is this happening? I know Dia and she is a Hellion through and through. Sure, women don’t wear a cut and we are ‘in’ by association to one of the brothers. But Dia is a whole different class all to herself. She is important to every single one of them. The respect each brother has for her is unmatched. I know Wes considers her his baby sister. Honestly, I’m pretty sure they all do.
“It’s Dia and Maritza, Emmalee. Can we talk?” She says through the door like this is an everyday thing and I didn’t completely run away from home.
I look back to the bathroom and Anna has the door closed. “Just a minute, I call out and move to the bathroom door. “Some friends from home are here. Stay put and stay quiet,” I tell Anna hoping to avoid any need for introductions. Plus, I don’t want Anna to catch me lying since Wes told me to stall her. She thinks I’m a mom. Maybe I was supposed to stall her for Dia to come. Although, that doesn’t really seem like something any of the Hellions would do.