The Biker's Fate Chapter 596

"She and my sister ran to the store for my mother. Lou said she disappeared from there. I was about to call the cops."

"No fuckin' cops," Booker growled. "Why the hell weren't you with her?"

I dragged a hand down my face, trying to keep my irritation in check. "She didn't tell me she was going anywhere. Focus, Booker, I'm holding on by a thread here, man, and I'm not happy I didn't know about it, so instead of grilling me, how about we figure out what the hell to do?" I snapped back. "I have no fucking idea where she is, but apparently you do, so how about you start by sharing?"

"Razor and Cash are already there."

"Where?"

"In Montana. At an Econo Lodge a few miles from you. They flew out yesterday morning because my kids don't go anywhere without someone at their back."

"As much as I'd like to be pissed off that you're overprotective, if it means getting Daisy back safe and sound…" I couldn't finish that thought because the alternative was unthinkable.

"I know who fucked you up."

"What does that have to do—"

"Does the name Cyrus Milhew ring any bells?"

"Yeah, he attacked a friend of mine and my father made sure he got locked away. He's still in prison."

"No, he got out about a month before your 'accident.'"

"Fuck," I hissed.

"Prison calls indicate he'd been planning your hit for a while. Had help on the outside."

"Family's got money," I said, even though I knew Booker probably already had that part figured out.

"He's in Montana, Huck. Any reason to think he'd target Ducky?"

"Jesus, fuck." I dropped my head and stared at the concrete. "I don't know."

"You got access to a gun?"

"Yeah, my dad's."

"Right, Cash is gonna swing by your parents' place and pick you up," he said. "Grab the gun, then we're gonna get our girl, yeah?"

Great, can't wait, I thought sarcastically to myself, but said out loud, "Yeah, man, that'd be appreciated."

"Ten minutes."

He hung up and I gave myself about three seconds before I hauled my ass back into the store. After helping Louisa out to our mom's car, we made our way home.

"Where's Daisy?" Mom asked when we walked inside.

"We don't know," Louisa said.

"What do you mean, you don't know?"

"She's been taken," I said.

"What?" Mom gasped. "By whom?"

"I'm not sure," I said. "But I'm gonna find her." I jabbed a finger at her and Louisa. "Stay put, lock all the doors and windows. Do not go anywhere until I say it's safe. Got it?"

They nodded and I headed into my dad's office and grabbed his 9mm Pinfire Revolver, loading it, then filling my pocket with extra ammo.

Whoever this asshole was. He was mine.

And if it was, in fact, Cyrus.

He was a dead man.

Daisy

I came to in the back of a van.

At least, I think it was a van. I was hooded and had obviously been drugged, so I was a little woozy and discombobulated. Luckily, I'd had enough time to press the button on my bracelet before I passed out.

A lot of good that would do me all the way in Montana, but at least it would tell my dad where I was, and he could direct Huck and the authorities.

I hoped so at any rate.

My hands were bound behind me way too tight for me to work loose, but that didn't stop me from trying. I felt around to see if there was anything sharp, but didn't want to draw any attention, so I had to be careful.

God, I felt nauseated. I had to figure out how not to puke into this hood.

I closed my eyes and took deep breaths, through my mouth, because I did not want to continue to smell whatever was in the back of this van as I tried to think of something pleasant. Something like Huck and our efforts the night before to have sex in silence. It wasn't easy, but we'd managed, and ended up in fits of laughter at the end because the whole thing had been both hot and silly.

I bit back tears.

Okay, maybe thinking about Huck wasn't the right move.

I was jarred forward as the van came to a stop, so I made myself go limp when I heard a door slam. Another door clicked and then air rushed over me, and I swallowed. I forced myself to take slow, even breaths and then rough hands grabbed my ankles.

"Still out, huh? Good," the male voice said. "The Wiltons think they can fuck with me? They're gonna regret ever trying."

Who the hell is this guy?

I tried not to cry out as my body was dragged roughly across the metal floor of the van. I was prepared to be dumped onto the ground but was relieved when the man threw me over his shoulder instead. This did not help my nausea, but it did give gravity the chance to work, and my hood slid off. I took several deep breaths, at the same time trying not to move enough for this asshole to notice.

I glanced around and saw nothing. Nothing but field, basically. I couldn't see any other homes within shouting distance, or anywhere I could hide. Other than the house to my left and what looked like a shop or old outbuilding next to it, there was nothing else here.

I was screwed.

And now I had to pee.

Huck

Cash pulled up about five minutes later in a rental truck, and I leaned in the window, doing my best to ignore the look of death on his face. "Where's Razor?"

"Following Ducky's signal. You wanna tell me how you let her out of your sight, prospect?" Cash snarled.

Here we go.

"Well, unlike you, I let your sister make decisions for herself. I don't keep her on a leash or locked in some dungeon. She has full autonomy over her person." I sighed. "That being said, had she fucking told me she was leaving, I would have gone with her."

"Perhaps a bell would be good."

"Isn't that why she wears the bracelet?" I challenged.

"You have a point." He glanced at his phone. "Ducky means everything to me, man. If anyone hurts her again… I just…"

"Yeah, Cash, I get it," I said, trying to keep my rage in check. "We're gonna find her, and whoever took her is gonna die."

"On that we agree."

"I'll follow you." I headed to my grandfather's truck, and we hauled ass toward Daisy.