“Where were you, Fury?” Montana snarled.
“You’ve got to be kidding me!” the man shouted. “It wasn’t me!”
“Not gonna ask you again.”
“I went to check on Carly, okay!” Fury fumed. “My wife is still in a coma in this fucking hospital. I went to sit with her and talk to her doctors. If you don’t believe me, then check the fucking cameras!”
“Oh, we will,” I growled, glaring at Chipper. “What about you?”
Chipper shook his head and stated, “I was down in the cafeteria.”
“Where’s Malice?” Valhalla spoke up, as my head snapped quickly about the room. Montana stiffened, as he too turned around, looking for the Soulless Sinner enforcer.
“Find the dead son of a bitch!”
December 19, 2024
Reaper
Soulless Sinners’ clubhouse, New York City.
Danny was nowhere to be found. It was as if he vanished into thin air. No matter what door we knocked on, what stone we kicked over, the kid was just gone, and as much as I hated to admit it, he was not in New York City, which only meant he could be fucking anywhere.
Whoever took him had the power and means to make the most dangerous person on the planet disappear.
The problem I couldn’t figure out was who had that kind of clout?
We scoured all of Danny’s familiar haunts and the places he frequented, his favorite coffee shop that bore no trace of him, the school he once attended, only to come up empty-handed. Each passing hour felt like an eternity as we retraced his steps, hoping for any sign, any clue that would reveal who could have possibly taken him.
Montana and I called in every favor we could think of. No one knew anything. The city that had never slept had turned into a labyrinth of dead ends and fruitless searches.
In the hours that followed, the city lights blurred with exhaustion as we continued our relentless search. Montana, with his sharp instincts and unwavering resolve, became my anchor in the storm of uncertainty as he refused to give up. It was strange because generally I was the one who never gave up. Retreat wasn’t in my vocabulary, yet all I could think about was Danny’s well-being. I didn’t know if he was alive or dead and that scared the crap out of me. The kid wasn’t just a club brother to me. He was more than that; I knew that now.
I loved Danny as if he were my blood son.
To make things more confusing, Mercy was getting constant updates from the Biker Federation who, according to them, were receiving texts from Danny.
Only that made no sense.
I knew it, Montana knew it, and so did everyone else who knew the truth. Someone out there was pretending to be Danny and I wanted to fucking know why.
“You sure you want me to do this?” Matrix asked one more time as everyone looked at the screen on the wall.
I clenched my fist tightly. “Just find the fucker so I can kill the motherfucker with my bare hands.”
Matrix gulped as Player stiffened next to him.
“What should we ask? We don’t want to spook this fucker,” Mercy asked.
“Does it fucking matter?” Montana sneered. “The fucker is dead either way. Whoever it is fucking knows where the kid is and has been playing with us. Just do your thing, Matrix.”
Sitting back in my chair, I watched the screen as we all could see what Matrix was typing.
Matrix:Hey, kid. Got a minute? Need help with something.
“Why are you asking that?” Chipper piped up. “Why not just ask who he is? We already know he’s not Danny?”
“Because we don’t want to spook the fucker,” Player said, typing away on his computer.
