Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27058 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27058 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
“Don’t worry.” He rounded the vehicle and opened the passenger door. “I’m gonna be the one behind the wheel.”
“What about your bike?” I asked as he helped me into the vehicle.
“A prospect is driving Viper over. He’ll ride it back to the compound for me.”
His answer surprised me because I’d been with Zane long enough to know that nobody rode his bike except for him. But desperate times called for desperate measures, and I appreciated that he was making an exception to his rule for me. “Thank you.”
“Anything for you and Corinne, baby,” he murmured as he buckled my seat belt before closing the door and rounding the front of the vehicle.
As soon as he was inside, he pulled away from the curb and headed straight for the Iron Rogues compound. They had extra men at the gate, and I took comfort from seeing their familiar faces.
Wrecker waved us through before making sure the gate closed behind the SUV. A crowd awaited us at the clubhouse, several old ladies making a beeline for my door after Zane parked. They ushered me into the building while the men talked. I turned down Dahlia’s offer for something to drink or eat and sat on the couch with my knees drawn against my chest.
Zane came to check on me a few minutes later. “You doin’ okay, baby?”
“Not really,” I whispered, shaking my head. “But don’t worry about me. I don’t want to distract you from what’s important. Focus on getting Corinne back. I’ll be fine.”
“We’ll make sure she’s good,” Molly promised him as she and Dahlia sat on either side of me, taking my hands in theirs.
Zane gave me a quick kiss, and then I watched him stalk away, praying that they’d find our baby girl before anything bad could happen to her.
13
WHISKEY
“He pulled into a shit motel a few miles up the road from where Jake lost him,” Deviant told me, pointing at his computer screen. It was frozen on a shot of Kenny in the parking lot, holding Corinne’s baby carrier.
Rage like I’d never known blew through me, and I spun around, putting my fist through the nearest wall. “Fuck!” I bellowed.
I squeezed my eyes shut for a moment, taking a deep breath, but only managing to calm down a mere fraction. When I reopened my eyes, I looked to my prez for permission.
Fox nodded. “Nobody fucks with the family of an Iron Rogue.”
I nodded my thanks, then muttered, “Let’s roll,” before stomping out of Deviant’s office at the clubhouse. Ellery was still sitting on the couch with Mav’s and Fox’s old ladies, so I hurried over and bent down to take her face between my hands.
“Got a lead, baby. Me and the boys are gonna go check it out. Don’t know how long I’ll be, so I need you to stay here, where I know you’re safe.”
Ellery’s hazel eyes filled with tears, and her lip trembled, but she nodded.
I kissed her quickly and told her, “I’ll call when I have news.” Then I rushed out to the front of the clubhouse, where several of my brothers waited, ready to back me up.
It was getting dark when we rode up to the motel, but we didn’t want the noise of our Harleys tipping Kenny off. Or anyone being able to point the cops toward a group of bikers after he disappeared. Although the chief of police was a friend, he wouldn’t break the law for us. He did bend it on occasion, though.
We parked at the grocery store next door and made our way to the front office. Some of my boys spread out to keep an eye on the room doors in case Kenny made a run for it.
Deviant walked around the side of the building, and a second later, the lights in the office went out.
“What the fuck?” someone exclaimed from inside.
Knowing the cameras were now down, I strode inside and straight up to the counter. Before the pipsqueak on the other side even realized what was happening, he had a gun pressed to his forehead.
“Kenny Harrilson. What room is he in?”
“I-uh-I don’t know,” the kid stammered. “I h-have t-to look it up in the-um-computer.”
“Unplug the camera,” I growled.
He reached over to the wall behind him and grabbed the cord hanging down from the camera mounted in the corner by the ceiling. Once he’d yanked it out of the socket, I called back to Storm—our Road Captain—who was holding the door open. “Lights.”
He shouted the same word, and a second later, the electricity came back on.
The kid blinked a few times, but then he went cross-eyed looking at the gun pressed between his eyebrows.
“Look it up,” I demanded, gesturing to the computer with the barrel of my pistol.
The computer had whirred to life, so he cautiously turned toward it and typed in a password. A program opened, and he scrolled through a database for a moment. His eyes were filled with terror when he faced me again. His voice was weak when he explained, “There’s no Kenny registered.”