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I turn to Rogue. “Get the bitch down in the basement. I’ll be there just as soon as I change,” I tell Rogue, who nods, and without asking what happened, pushes Mariah roughly out the door and back to the clubhouse.
“Wait! No! You can’t do this,” she screams, trying to dig her heels into the floor, but it won’t work. Rogue picks her up, fireman style, and walks out with her over his shoulder.
“Cool your heels a bit in the dungeon, and then you’re going to tell Kon and pops everything,” I call out, unable to stop the chuckle.
“Dungeon!” she screeches, but her voice gets softer the further away from the house they got. To learn that Mariah was in cahoots with, most probably, the man who had kidnapped Sera, sent my mind reeling. Turning on my heel, I walk to the bathroom to take a quick shower, and dress in dry jeans and a gray long-sleeved Henley. Kon was supposed to be arriving today, because we needed his expertise in dealing with amotherfucker like Angelo Bianchi. I was more sure than ever it was him that did this.
He thinks of Sera as his property, to do with as he sees fit. He’s crazy enough to sell her on instead of keeping her himself. I wouldn’t put anything past him.
He had an unhealthy obsession with her back when I’d met her and thought she was his wife. And that was the beginning of the end for us. Until I’d finally gotten my head outta my ass and tried to make things right with her. Then Mariah came back and ruined things all over again.
Everything that has happened since was a little too convenient for my liking, come to think of it. It only stands to reason that Mariah was working with Angelo. Most likely feeding him information about her. Did she know the asshole when we were seeing each other way back when?
Trying to make sense of everything, I walk across to Everleigh’s place, and am immediately met by my son and Sera’s baby girl.
“Daddy!” Finn lifts his arms, wanting to be picked up, and I readily oblige, just as the sound of sleds, and Kon’s sleek black Merc entering the lot, can be heard.
“Grandpa’s home,” he squeals, and I can’t help but smile.
“Yeah, little man. Grandpa’s home.” Looking across at Everleigh, I can see the dark circles under her eyes, but she’s pretending that everything is alright.
I hate what she is going through, and I hope they come out stronger on the other side. She is holding a shy Willow by her tiny hand, the little girl’s big brown eyes even wider when she sees all the motorcycles.
“Ink!” the little girl exclaims, her voice filled with excitement, as she breaks away from Everleigh and sprints towards my brother. Something akin to jealousy takes a hold of my heart and squeezes when I see them interact, but I clear my throat and don’t let it show.
That could’ve been me, but I’d fucked things up by ignoring her mother and her for months. Letting my brother slide in to take my place.
He better treat her well, is all I’m saying. Because I’ll be the one taking care of them from now on. I just needed to find Sera for that to occur.
I spy my pops and Kon, my uncle, determinedly walking towards the house, and I make my way outside to meet them.
“Hey Kon.” I greet my Uncle with a shake of his hand. “What’s going on?” I ask, noticing both have tight expressions on their faces. I open my mouth to tell them about Mariah, but my father lifts his hand to stop me, calling out to all the brothers and the women milling around. All as one, the other ol’ladies appear on the doorsteps of their homes, looking at us.
“As of right now, the clubhouse is on lockdown. Kids, women, everyone needs to stay on clubhouse grounds. No exceptions. Bianchi has started a war by kidnapping one of our women.” He gives me a warning glance when he says this, and an irrational anger overcomes me. I don’t want to think about Ink and Sera being together, but maybe I’ll have to come to terms with that fact sooner rather than later.
“Church. ASAP. We’ll tell you everything, but not out here.” He grounds out, his eyes moving past my shoulder to look at Everleigh standing on the porch with the kids, a worried look on her face. But a surprised one morphs on his face when he notices Willow.
“I’ll tell you in Church,” I say, as we make our way inside the clubhouse.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Ky
Once we had pinpointed the location of the house where the fucker was holding Sera in, we headed in that location. It had taken a while to find out where it was, but with Kon’s help, yet again, and Knox’s tech savvy, we could find her relatively quickly.
There was no way I would be left on the sidelines while Ink swooped in and saved her. I was determined to be front and center for this extraction. Ink’s feelings on the matter be damned.
We all believed Angelo had a place in New York, and that’s where I was expecting we’d be headed in, but both Knox and Kon relayed the same information. The fucker had a summer home in Florida. Once we nailed down a location, we all got on our bikes, even Everleigh came along, just in case Sera needed medical attention. Willow and Finn were left with Zoe and Lexie while we were gone.
Mariah was still on ice down in the basement, and I made sure a couple of prospects remained to watch over the women and the clubhouse, and watched over the bitch too. We were down two prospects since she had killed the two prospects that were watching over the women while they shopped.
We had brought along a cage that Everleigh drove, just in case we couldn’t transport Sera any other way. It will be at least a full day of riding before we reached Tampa. But I was up for it.
As we neared our destination, a growing sense of dread settled in. Angelo had days to work her over, and God only knows in what condition we’ll find her in. I just pray we get to her in time.
I couldn't settle, a knot of anxiety tightening in my stomach, sure my dad would warn me against getting involved. However, I was already deeply entangled, and I was determined not to retreat at this point.
Arriving in Tampa two days later, after taking more rest breaks than I wanted to since Everleigh was with us, we rode straight to the Burning Sentinels clubhouse. They’ve been our allies for several years, but a relatively small club, compared to us. We’ve done business with them over the years, they originated in Kentucky. Dragon, the club’s President’s old man, started the club when he left the Marines in the sixties. A few years back after his death, the charter moved to Florida, where Dragon met his ol’lady Luna.