Nothing.
I knew the odds were low, but the disappointment still sits in my gut like a stone.
And fuck, we only have a chance if they’re doing a straight escape. If they do anything like doubling back or using one of the many underground parking garages, we don’t have a fucking chance. The more time they get, the less likely we are to find them. I keep hoping for dumb luck to fall my way. It doesn’t.
I pull up to the agreed spot right after Sinner. “Nothing?”
He shakes his head.
“Okay, I’ll call Priest and get him caught up. You call Poe and see if he can work his magic with the CCTV system.”
Priest picks up on the first ring. “What’s going on? Where are you guys? Thought you were coming here.”
“Sheila showed up and convinced Quinn she wanted to talk. They stole her right out of the fucking building, brother. I was right next to the motherfucking door and they still got her. Sinner’s talking to Poe right now to see if we can get eyes on it.”
There’s a pause. “Sheila? Stole her? What the fuck do you mean? Who did?”
“No fucking clue. Same sort of van that they used in Brentport so make of that what you will.”
“Was the bitch in on it?”
No need to clarify who he’s talking about. “Unsure, but I wouldn’t bet against it.”
“Get your asses to the club ASAP. Axel told me some shit earlier that almost definitely ties into it. I’ll explain when you get here.”
“Alright. We’ll get this shitshow on the road.”
Me and Sinner turn our bikes home. If any of those motherfuckers hurt a single hair on our girl, they’re gonna pay for it, whoever they are. But as sweet as revenge is, I’d rather get there before anything happens. And if Sheila’s involved, I’m going to do everything in my power to make sure she spends the rest of her miserable life behind bars.
32
Chapter 32 - Sinner
By the timewe get to the club, it’s buzzing like a fucking beehive. Brothers are lining up, waiting for their orders. Priest’s together with the leadership, Hellfire, Ghost and Savage—Prez and two VPs—while Skyhigh is organizing teams. Next to Priest is a guy who must be Axel. He looks ready to commit murder.
Not sure if I trust him, but I’ll let Priest make that call.
Me and Colt walk up to them, the boys parting to let us through. “What’s the situation?”
Priest scowls like he’s blaming us for losing Quinn. He’s not wrong, but we’ve all been around the block enough to know mistakes happen and they only get fixed by moving forward. Bitching comes after everyone’s home again. “We don’t have time for Axel’s story, but the short version is that he’s been working for the Reapers and thinks he knows where she’s been taken.”
I look at Axel with new eyes. “The fuck? Those guys mostly handle drugs, don’t they?”
Axel nods. “You name it, they sell it. My life isn’t a pretty story, but if we make it out of this, I’ll owe it to you.”
“I don’t know much about those fuckers. Heard of them, of course, but they stay away from our part of town and we don’t have a lot of overlapping business,” Colt says. “What the fuck do they want with Quinn?”
“I wish I could tell you. It might be my fault, but I don’t know” Axel admits. “I’ve been trapped with them for ten years, and not by choice. They keep me because I’m good. I knew something was up when they sent me to the other side of the fucking country.”
I make a ‘get on with it’ motion. “You’re pretty chatty for not having time to talk. Give us the short version.”
“Thisisthe short version. Look, they know Quinn is my sister. As long as I behave, she’s safe. And I have been, but when I saw the news about her getting attacked, I paid attention.”
“You thought it was the Reapers? Why?”
He meets my gaze without flinching. “Because Greg Cook isn’t a PR guy or whatever the fuck they said. He’s one of theirs. Not much of a fighter, but got a real mean streak and a talent for dirty business.”
“Is that all you’ve got?” Colt asks.