M: What’s happening with my daughter.
D: We’re making sure she’s safe. Someone will come get you as soon as we know something .
I'm pacing now, wearing a path on the concrete floor. Every instinct I have is screaming at me to get on my bike and tear through every building in that district until I find her. But that's exactly what Tommy wants, for me to come in hot and stupid, walking right into whatever trap he's set.
"Right there." Thunder points at one of the screens. "Same van, pulling behind the Maple Street complex. That's gotta be it."
I'm already reaching for my gun when my phone rings. It's Ransom.
"We've got eyes on the target location," his voice is low, professional. "Three vehicles, including the van. Armed guards at the perimeter. They're definitely holding someone inside."
"How many?"
"At least eight that we can see. Probably more inside."
My jaw clenches. Eight men, minimum, and God knows what kind of firepower they're packing. If this goes sideways...
"We need backup," Ransom continues. "This isn't something two cops can handle alone."
He's right, but calling in LSPD means explanations, paperwork, and time we don't have. Tommy could move her again, or worse.
"Negative on the backup," I tell him. "But you're about to have company."
I hang up and turn to face my brothers. They're all watching me, waiting for the word. These men would follow me into hell itself if I asked them to. Today, I just might be doing exactly that.
"Alright, listen up." My voice carries across the room, commanding attention. "We've got a location. Someone who owes me a favor has gotten us what we need. Maple Street warehouse complex. Dani's inside with at least eight hostiles. This isn't a social call, we go in hard and we go in fast."
Bull stands up, checking his sidearm. "What's the play, Prez?"
"Thunder, you stay here and monitor communications. Everyone else, we roll in two groups. Half on bikes for speed and mobility, half in the SUVs for firepower and protection." I look each man in the eye. "These sons of bitches want a war? We'll give them one they'll never forget."
The clubhouse erupts into motion. Men grabbing weapons, checking ammo, pulling on kevlar vests. The sound of metal on metal fills the air as magazines are loaded and safeties are checked.
My phone buzzes with another text from Ransom.
R: In position. Waiting for your signal. Gus is in my SUV parked three streets over. I've changed into plain clothes, and I'm wearing a bandana over my face. Your cover won't be blown. As soon as y'all get here, and you get her back. I'm gone. Right now I'm a friend who owes you a favor.
I'm breathing easier, and typing back.
D: ETA 10 minutes. Don't move until we're in position.
Fist approaches me, holding out a tactical vest. "You sure about this, brother? Going in guns blazing?"
I take the vest and strap it on, feeling the familiar weight of protection and purpose. "They took my wife, Fist. They signed their own death warrants the moment they laid hands on her."
"I know, but?—"
"But nothing." I check my Glock, making sure there's a round in the chamber. "This ends now. One way or another."
Dime jogs up, keys to one of the SUVs jingling in his hand. "Vehicles are loaded and ready. We've got enough firepower to level half the district."
"Good." I grab my cut, the one with the Saint's Outlaws patch that strikes fear into the hearts of anyone stupid enough to cross us. "Because if Tommy thinks he can take what's mine and walk away, he's about to learn just how wrong he is."
The sound of engines roaring to life fills the clubhouse as we prepare to ride out. Harleys growling like caged beasts, SUV engines rumbling with barely contained power. It's the sound of retribution, of justice about to be served.
I throw my leg over my bike and feel the familiar thrill of the machine beneath me. But tonight, it's different. Tonight, every rev of the engine is a promise of violence, every mile between me and Dani is another reason for Tommy to pray to whatever god he thinks might save him.
Because the Devil is coming, and hell is riding with him.
