He sobs and I don’t understand what he’s saying. “Who? You didn’t know who who was?”
“He said he’d get me my cut, how could I pass that up? I wasn’t doin’ anything wrong. I had to get her and drive her to him, that was the deal. It was supposed to be easy.”
My fists ball up tightly. “You need to start making some sense real soon, Jacques!” I shout, and he looks up at me, tears streaming down his face.
“K… Keeley,” he whispers. “He has Keeley.”
I throw him to the ground. “He’s what? Where is he?”
“I… I dunno,” he stammers.
I point right in his face. “If he’s done anything to her, this is on you!”
“I just did as I was told for my cut! What do you care anyway? She ain’t nothin’ to you!”
I lean down and drag him out of the cemetery by his hood. No way am I doing this on my mom’s grave. I throw him on the sidewalk. “You helped him kidnap an innocent woman for his own sick pleasure!”
“W… what? He said it was club business,” he stammers out. “I thought Pres wanted her back or something! Fuck! What have I done?”
He hangs his head in his hands. He really didn’t have a clue what he was getting himself into. “Where is she, Jacques?”
He shakes his head. “I don’t know, he-”
“Well you better fuckin’ think of something we can go on, and quick, that was nearly five days ago now! There’s no tellin’ what he’s done to her.”
My stomach bottoms out at the thought of him hurting her. I feel sick. The five days is a guess, Jacques and Taz went missing around then so I’m chalking that up to when they took her.
He looks around him in thought. “We met at the old train tracks in Harlow, but that’s two hours away, I have no idea where he went with her after that.”
“Harlow?” He nods. “Why the fuck would he want her in Harlow?”
“I don’t know,” he cries. “Hunter, I’ve been beating myself up about this for days. I should’ve said something to you, something always felt off about the whole thing.”
I raise a finger at him. “Don’t you dare try play the victim in this clusterfuck! Do you realize what you’ve done? Keeley has always hated him for one reason or another, she never did tell me why but he’s a sadistic fuck, there’s no telling what he’s done with her!” I pace about in front of him, trying to come up with a plan. “Get up! We’re going to Harlow!”
The pressure in my head amps up and I feel like it’s going to explode, that along with the tight feeling in my chest has me going a lot faster than I probably should be, but I don’t care. I just can’t shake this feeling that her time’s running out. I need to find her! The day I had to tell her she was eighty-sixed was one of the worst days of my life.
My cell rings out and I answer with a tired voice. “Yeah?”
“Bear, I need you at mine. Keeley’s been fuckin’ Dusty Walkers son and the club are going to find out sooner or later. I’ve got no other choice but to toss her out on her own, if I don’t do this they’ll vote to put her six feet under, you know the rules.”
I jump up off the bed and throw my feet in my boots, feeling a pain in my chest I can’t quite describe. “I’m on my way, I’m at the club so I’ll be about ten minutes.”
“Just get here, fast. And, Bear?” I grunt in response. “Don’t talk to anyone, just come straight here.”
I crashed at the club last night after getting shitfaced after Keeley let me down on my offer to do something. I guess she found someone else to ‘be lazy’ with.
There was that feeling again, it feels like my heart is being ripped out and stomped all over. He’s really going to eighty-six his own daughter. That means I’ll never see her again. I don’t know what to do, we’ve been in each other’s lives for nearly twenty-two years, but I’d rather that than to have to see her have the mark of a traitor carved into her skin, and watch the life draining from her eyes as they kill her.
My fists clench around my handlebars and I speed toward her house.
Why is Taz following me?
He glares at me as he passes and I bite down on my lip to stop myself from knocking him clean off his bike, I’ve always hated that motherfucker. Instead of trying to speed up, I slow right down and let him go ahead of me, I need to collect myself before I do something I’ll regret.
He’s pulling out of the street with claw marks down his face along with a long gash running the length of his cheek that I didn’t see before with it being on the opposite side to me. I inwardly cheer Keeley on, I hope to hell that was her!
Keeley and Pres are outside her house screaming at each other when I get there and they have a hefty audience too, nosy fuckers! Pres hits the outside of the house and drags Keeley up off the floor, why is she on the floor? He better not have touched her!
My fists tighten in a ball as I get off my bike and walk toward them, reminding myself to not lash out because Keeley has been fuckin’ a rival clubs Road Captain; the Pres’ son. Fuck! Someone that isn’t me.