Thunder rolled. So did my stomach. “Tell him to behave.”
“Can’t. We lost the radios earlier.”
“How?”
“Ask him—Jesus fucking Christ, every arsehole alive is on this road tonight.”
I swallowed, glad Locke’s slowly healing ear was the one closest to this conversation. If Cam was struggling on the road, I didn’t want to think about Willow.
Cam swore again. I stayed quiet, glancing back at Saint, watching him dodge a huge spray from a passing truck.
“This is insane.” I thought the words were mine, but they were Mateo’s as he leaned forward, studying the road ahead. “Did some cunt just crack a hole in the sky?”
“We’re chasing the storm.” Locke changed lanes, undertaking a people carrier, more thunder punctuating the increasing tension, lightning flashing in the sky. “We got a line on Saint? He needs to back up. This isn’t safe for bikes.” I opened my mouth, but he was already there. “Tell Nash and Cam to ease off too, before some skidding twat mows them down.”
“Cam?” I pressed the AirPod deeper into my ear, zeroing in on the line that had kept him and Nash with us since we’d burned away from the compound. “Are you there?”
My brother’s Dyna roared,accelerating.
No.
“Cam. You need to slow down. The rain is too heavy.”
I heard nothing but thunder and the rattle of hog pipes, and real fear gripped my heart as it dawned on me why Cam wasn’t slowing down.
He couldn’t—hewouldn’t.
Not without Nash.
“Easeback.” I reached blindly for Locke, but he couldn’t take a hand off the wheel and I found Mateo instead. “They’re nearly there. There’s nothing else you can do.”
“Tell that idiot,” Cam growled, loud enough that Locke heard him this time, “I can’t stop him if I don’t catch him up.”
Locke turned his head. “Use the fuckin’ radio.”
“They don’t have them.” I ripped the AirPod from my ear and set the phone to speaker, giving Locke a chance to talk these crazy fools down, buthisphone rang first.
Willow.
I had too many handsets in my lap. I fumbled for Locke’s.
Mateo got there first, swiping the call and holding it up, craned forward in the middle of the back seat.
“Put your fuckin’ belt on.” Locke dodged a swerving van. “Wills?”
Her response was drowned out by Cam shouting expletives.
“Nicky?” Locke tried again.
“She’s freaking out—shit! Willow!”
“I can’t see!” Willow shouted. “The lightning’s too bright.”
“Relax. Slow down.” Locke decelerated as if it was his foot on Willow’s pedals, snatching a tight breath, fighting for calm. “If you can’t drive any further, you need to pull over somewhere safe and get away from the car.” As he spoke, more thunder rattled the sky, the rain pelting harder. “Pull over,” Locke repeated.
Lightning flashed in quick succession as Willow wailed, “I can’t! There’s too many lorries.”
“Shit the bed,” Cam growled. “What is that cunt doing?”