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“It’s not about his mother, Dragon. I happen to owe King, that’s all. I wanted a moment alone with him. I’ll meet you in our room.”
“Better hurry. We leave soon and I’d like at least a small taste of you before we head out.”
“Then I guess you should be waiting in our room naked.”
Dragon walks over and kisses her gently, then pulls back and smiles at her, placing a chaste kiss on her forehead.
He looks at me, nods his head, and walks out. I stand there staring for a minute before Nicole gets my attention. “I know you love your mom. I’m not asking you to forget that. I am just asking that you give Dragon and us a chance. If you don’t want us as family, then at least let us be friends. For my vote, however, I know that both Dragon and I would like our grandchildren to grow up having the love of their entire family and that can’t happen unless it includes their Uncle King.” Before I can respond to that, she goes up on her tiptoes and kisses my cheek. “Be careful out there today, King. Keep safe.” She stands at the door, giving me a sad smile before walking out and slowly closing the door behind her.
I’m left standing alone, wondering how in the hell I got caught in a carnival ride that keeps going in circles, and praying I get off soon …
Chapter 25
Dom
“I can’t get ahold of Diego. I’ve been trying for the last hour. It goes to voicemail. Something is wrong,” Skull says, and it’s clear the man looks worried. He’s far from the calm, relatively cocky man that he usually is.
“Bull? Have you heard from Breaker?” Dad asks.
“He hasn’t checked in again. That’s not unusual when they’re tracking, though. Let me call him.”
Bull puts the call on speakerphone, and we wait while the call connects. The problem is that it doesn’t even ring. It goes straight to voicemail.
“That doesn’t mean anything. Cell reception around here sucks. He could have no service,” Dad says before anyone can fully panic.
“Where were they at during the last check in?” I ask.
“Diego said he was going inside a barbeque place to grab a sandwich and to ask some questions. I think he called it a shack,” Skull answers.
“I know where that is,” Hangman answers. “It’s not far from here. You can follow me.”
“Let’s go,” Dad barks.
We all head out with Hangman leading. Viper is on his right with Dad, Bull, and Skull close behind. We follow behind them, and I can feel my nerves rising with every mile we travel. I’ve not dealt with Diego much. I know he insists on being called Rock, but all the guys seem to like him. I didn’t have much interaction with him. I don’t think he approved of my relationship with Gabby. In hindsight, I don’t either. I should have listened to him.
It doesn’t take long before we make it to the restaurant that Diego mentioned to Skull. There’s no sign of them anywhere, which is not a bad thing. We all know that they were going to keep traveling. It makes sense they aren’t here. I know I’m trying to convince myself they’re fine. I can’t help it. I have a bad feeling and I just can’t shake it. Breaker is my best friend. He’s my brother and the thought of something happening to him terrifies me and I’m not ashamed to admit it. I also know that if something happens to Breaker, it will destroy Thea.
“Where to next?”
“I have Grifter tracing phones. Apparently, Breaker’s phone isn’t on. But he’s pinging some towers for the other. He’s going to give me a general direction to look.”
“When?” Skull barks, and he’s very close to panic at this point. I see it written all over him. It makes that uneasy feeling that I’ve been battling get stronger.
As if to answer Skull’s question, Hangman’s phone buzzes with a text message notification. Hangman takes a minute to read it. “US-74. Let’s go. It shows the phone isn’t moving. Maybe they’ve parked up.”
“Maybe,” I hear Dad respond, but he sounds doubtful.
I’m beginning to think I’m not the only one getting a bad feeling about all this shit. We drive on, but we don’t get far before we slow down because there’s flashing lights up ahead. We come to a stop and Dad, Bull, and Skull sprint ahead. I feel like I’m moving in slow motion. My legs feel like solid steel, and it’s hard to even lift them.
“What’s going on?” Skull growls at one of the police officers who have the road blocked.
“There was a …” The cop stops for a minute before he looks at his buddy. I study them as they have some kind of silent conversation before the cop finishes what he started to say. “There’s a motorcycle accident. The road will be blocked for a while. You should try an alternative route.” He finishes most of that sentence staring in shock as Skull pushes past him once he hears the word accident. “Hey! You can’t go up there.” Cops try to swarm Skull, but he pushes them aside. When Bull does the same thing, they just stand back. Not one of them is brave enough to stop him.
“Their sons were driving in this area, and we haven’t been able to get in touch with them,” Dad explains. “How bad is it?”
“It’s pretty bad?—”
“Fuck,” Dad yells. Hell, maybe all of us do.