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Just then, a text comes through on all the brothers’ phones from Styx manning the gate.
A subtle tension tightened my face as I narrow my eyes, scrutinizing the text. Trying to focus on one thing at a time, but my mind was constantly on the fact that Sera and Willow had most likely been taken.
Styx: The chief of the fire department is here, wanting to speak to Kick.
I watch my dad type out a message and seconds later; it appears on screen.
Pops: Let em in.
“What about Sera and Willow?” I demand.
The man looking back at me right now isn’t my father, but Kick, the President of the Devil’s Carnage MC
“One thing at a time, kid,” He warns me. “We first find out what the chief is here for,”
I want to argue further, but I can see by the look on his face that it would be an exercise in futility.
We’ve had the fire chief in our pockets since the days when Gunner was president, and it’s been a very lucrative arrangement thus far. The chief’s car appears out front, and my dad goes to greet him.
“Come on in, Tom. We’re busy right now, so if you could make this quick.”
The chief’s eyes take in all of us standing around.
“Okay, yeah, sure. I just got some information I thought you could use. I heard Sera Paxton was staying here, I don’t s’pose I could speak to her?”
“Sorry, but she’s in her room resting,” my dad tells the other man without missing a beat. “But I’ll make sure to let her know you were here. Is it about the fire?”
“Yes, we have information that shows the fire at her house was deliberately lit. Accelerant was used to start it,” he informs us, and I freeze. But my dad's face remains a mask of indifference.
“Care to tell me why an unassuming person such as she is would have any enemies?” The fire chief asks.
“No, I can’t. But thanks for letting us know. I’ll tell her you stopped by,” Kick replies tightly, corralling the other man toward the front doors. The chief tries to protest, but dad’s not having a bar of it shutting the door firmly in his face.
“Church! Now!” he says to the room, striding back into the room we’d just vacated. “And get Knox. We’re gonna need him.”
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Seraphina
I'm sitting on the cold, hard floor of the dimly lit room, cradling my little girl's head in my lap. The sound of her crying has subsided, and she was finally able to fall asleep. I’ve been cursing myself for my stupidity for the last few hours, instead of telling Ink or Ky right away that I recognized Ky’s ex-girlfriend, I thought I had time.
And now here I was, allowing myself to be taken so they wouldn’t hurt my little girl, otherwise I would’ve fought like a hellcat. My left wrist shackled to the wall by a chain. I look around the room, trying to figure out an escape. But it seems I’m stuck here for the time being, or until the club comes to our rescue.
If they come. A dark inner voice silenced any hope of rescue.
Because, let’s face it, who am I to them in the grand scheme of things?
But maybe they will do it for Willow? Leaning against the cold concrete wall, I take a few deep breaths, feeling the rough texture against my back, as I try to calm my racing heartbeat and fight off the rising panic. My thoughts go to what Angelo has planned, and why he sent Mariah, or whatever her name is, to the DCMC, and is Finn really Ky’s child? So many questions swirling in my head, but with no definitive answers.
The bolt in the door drawers back loudly, and Willow flinches at the noise. I put a comforting hand on her back, and she continues sleeping. Neither Angelo nor Mariah appear, only a young girl with a tray of food in her hands. She looks at me warily and places the tray on the floor in front of me.
“Where’s Angelo?” I demand of the girl, and she rushes back a few steps. What’s he done to this poor girl to make her so afraid? “What about Mariah?” The girl’s face scrunches in confusion, as if she doesn’t know who I’m talking about. Without speaking, the girl turns and rushes out of the room, locking us inside again.
Shaking my head, I have the sudden urge to scream, but I keep a lid on it, not wanting to scare my little girl. Sighing, I decide to make the best of a hopeless situation, until at such time we can make an escape, or we’re rescued. With my free hand, I lift the lid on the plate the girl had left. Underneath are two sandwiches wrapped in cling film, and two bottles of water. I check the seal is intact, and when I discover it is, I rip off the cap and take a long pull of the cold, crisp liquid. Going a long way to soothe my parched throat.
“Mommy, I’m hungry,” my sleepy baby says, rubbing her eyes, and I can’t help the small smile that lifts my lips.
“Hello, my sweet girl,” I whisper, kissing her cheek tenderly. Willow sits up, but remains in my lap, as I carefully uncover the sandwiches, and give them a cautious sniff. Angelo wouldn’t go to all the trouble of kidnapping us only to poison us, would he?