“You know?”
“I know something is going down and you know what it is. And you’re going to tell us what we need to know, or you’re going to have one less brother under your command.”
“We need to meet.”
Shade gave him the address.
“Bring my brother.”
Ice could demand all he wanted; he wasn’t getting anything until he produced the information he needed.
“You’ll see Eightball when I decide you get him back.” Shade emphasized Eightball’s name to let Ice know they were aware it was as fake as shit and it had been a stupid fuckup to get caught by.
“Oh, you’ll bring him and I’ll bring that pretty little sister of yours.” Shade didn’t lose control of his temper. He had fucked-up himself; he should have expected the move.
“I’ll bring him.” Shade had no choice other than to relent.
“Now that’s more like it. We’ll be there in an hour.” The line disconnected.
Shade got up from behind his desk, opening his door. “Jewell, take over. Rider, Train, you’re with me.”
They were halfway across the parking lot when the second call came in. Shade paused to answer it. “Later, Dean. I’m busy—”
“Shade, it’s Lily. She’s gone. I was on my way to my office when someone knocked me out. When I came to… she was gone. I called Knox; he’s on his way over.”
Shade disconnected the call.
“Shade?” He looked at Rider.
“We’ll talk in the house. Gather all the brothers and meet me in the kitchen.
They ran up the flight of steps. Shade found Viper in the kitchen. It took very little time to have the brothers gathered in the kitchen and the television room. The door stood open toward the living room so all the members could hear.
Shade quickly explained about the meet with Ice and that Lily was missing from the church.
Viper took control. “Razer, call Beth. Tell her to get here and stay here. Train, call the brothers in Ohio, tell them to haul ass here, then call Stud and tell him the same thing. I’m calling in my marker. We’ll meet the Predators, we find out what they know and then we’ll find out how to find Lily.
“We have to shut the town down so that whoever has Lily can’t get away. We have to have someone that knows every way in and out of town. Call Knox and tell him to call the Porters for help. There’s no place in town or the mountains they don’t know. Everyone’s got five minutes to get dressed and packed for war. We’ll meet at our bikes. Move.”
Shade went to his house and came back carrying a canvas bag. When he got to the parking lot, everyone was getting on their bikes. He threw his bag into Rider’s back seat with Nickel. Unzipping it, he took out his .50 caliber Desert Eagle, shoving it in the back of his jeans. Then he reached in, taking several mags and putting them in his jacket pocket, zipping it back up. Slamming the truck door, he went to his bike, climbing on. Only then did Shade cut on his motor, ready to ride.
The brothers were all moving their bikes behind Viper and Cash at the beginning of the parking lot.
Viper’s voice sounded strong and clear over the roar of the bikes. “Last Riders, we ride!”
Chapter 39
Lily sat back against the wooden chair, staring at the man who had dragged her from the church store. He had shoved her into the backseat of a car before getting in beside her while a huge man drove out of the parking lot.
Lily didn’t try to talk to the silent man, too busy watching out the window to see where they were going. She had to watch so that she could find her way home. They had driven several miles out of town toward Jamestown before pulling off the road and taking a small dirt road for a couple of miles. The car had then pulled inside a garage. Lily almost screamed when the light disappeared. Thankfully, another light flickered on.
The man had brought her to a room and told her to take a seat.
“Who are you?” Lily asked, staring at him.
The room was empty of furnishings except the chair she was sitting on. He stood, leaning back against the wall. He certainly didn’t fit the house with his expensive suit and shoes.
A memory came back, reminding her of Rachel describing a man like him. She knew the answer before he spoke.
“My name is King.”
“Why have you kidnapped me?”
“Now, Callie, kidnapping is such a harsh word.” The man should know about harsh. It fit him. There was nothing soft about him. His body and face projected a ruthlessness that he seemed more than able to carry out.
“Don’t call me Callie. My name is Lily. How do you know me?” Lily made herself sound more confident than she felt.
“Don’t you remember?” He looked at her quizzically.