“When did she get back in contact?”
“Last week,” Chance answers from the open window of the truck. “Apparently, her man trusts her more now and he has allowed her a little bit of freedom. She managed to get her hands on a cell phone and called us immediately. He’s keeping her in an apartment on the other side of town and we only have a short window to get her out of there.”
I nod, studying their cautious expression. What the hell am I missing here? “And how is all of this going to make me out of control?”
“Because,” Blaze mutters. “The man we’re saving her from is Biche.”
I take a step back as my eyes widen. “What?”
“She is Biche’s girl,” Storm says, enforcing the words and I shake my head.
Jesus Christ.
This is a cluster fuck.
“Well, technically, knowing what we know now about what happened to Kady,” Chance muses, staring up at the cabin. “Maybe she’s not his girl voluntarily.”
“Do any of you know how long they’ve been together?” I ask, my mind spinning as I wonder if the math works out correctly. Did he really just go and take a new girl as soon as he lost Kady? They all shake their heads, each one looking around the group like someone might have an answer to my question but when no one steps forward, I nod and swing my leg over my bike. “We’d better get going then. If she’s been through anything like Kady has, we shouldn’t make her stay there another minute.”
“You heard him,” Blaze calls and everyone nods as they start their bikes. Storm and Blaze ride out in front with Chance following behind them in the truck as Smith and I bring up the rear. We pull away from the cabin and start off toward the other side of town. My mind races as we pull onto the interstate, wondering what the hell we’re going to find when we reach Sammy. Has she really been a prisoner like Kady was? And if so, for how long? More than anything though, I’m so fucking thankful that Bobby got Kady out when he did. I can’t imagine how much more pain she would have endured if she’d been captive this whole time. It’s too bad he’s not around anymore so I could thank him personally. That kind of debt, I’ll owe him for the rest of my life with no way to make us even.
We drive for ten minutes before getting off the interstate and taking a few back roads to a new apartment building on the nice side of town. I arch a brow as I pull behind the truck and park my bike. I’ve seen the house Biche kept Kady in and his captives sure have gotten an upgrade since she escaped but maybe there’s a reason for that, too.
“This place have security?” I ask Blaze as I climb off my bike and walk over to the truck. He glances up at the building.
“Not as far as we can tell.”
I shake my head. “Why would he just leave her here?”
“That’s a good question but it’ll have to wait for her,” he answers. “Storm and Smith, you’re with me. Chance, keep the truck running, just in case and, Henn, wait here with Chance.”
I nod, leaning against the truck as the three of them start up the sidewalk to the front door of the apartment. When they disappear inside, Chance turns to me.
“So, how is everything?”
I scoff. “A goddamn mess.”
“Heard you saw your kid, though. I bet that was nice.” My chest aches something fierce as I remember watching him from across the street as he played catch with his family - something that I should have been there to do.
“I didn’t really get to see him. Kady and I just sat in the truck across from their house and watched him play catch.”
He nods, his gaze drifting up to the apartment building. It may look casual to anyone else but I know both of us are on guard right now. “Did you talk to the folks who adopted him?”
“Yeah.”
“And?”
I grit my teeth. “And they need time to think about if they’re going to allow us into his life. Kady gave them two weeks.”
My muscles tense as I think of that pompous ass who calls himself my son’s father.
“That’s fucking bullshit,” he mutters and I nod in agreement. “Y’all are his parents.”
“Trust me, I feel you. I was ready to call in the best, most expensive goddamn lawyer I could find but Kady wants to find a way to work with them. She doesn’t want to cause him any pain.”
He nods. “Sounds like she’s a good mom.”
“She would have made an amazing mom,” I answer, my throat tight and he claps me on the shoulder. It fucking kills me that Biche took that from her. Of all the things he did, that is by far the worst and it boggles my mind how he can claim to be “in love” with her and then take away the one thing she’s always wanted - a family.
“Shit. I’m sorry, dude.”
I shake my head. “Not your fault.”
“Y’all gonna try again someday?”
Clenching my fists, I shake my head again. “Naw, can’t. Biche made sure of that.”
“What?” he asks as the door opens and we turn as the four of them step out. Smith and Storm are in the front and Blaze steps out behind them, scanning the area before Storm steps away to reveal Sammy. She looks terrified but that’s not what catches my attention most. With one look at her, I’m sucking in a breath as my eyes widen.
“What the fuck?”
“Dude,” Chance whispers. “Is it just me or does she look exactly like Kady?”
I blink, still not sure I’m seeing things right. “She could be her fucking twin.”
My eyes meet Blaze’s and he shakes his head as he rounds the truck and meets me.” Get on your bike.”
Storm opens the door of the truck for her and throws her bag in the back as Smith gives me a sympathetic look.
“What the fuck is going on?”
Blaze shakes his head again. “Not here. We’ll go back to the clubhouse.”
Delirious, I stare at her as I climb on my bike and she peeks over her shoulder, meeting my gaze, her eyes full of fear. What the ever-loving fuck? Even her eyes are the same damn color as Kady’s. I shake my head as Blaze and Storm pull away from the curb and the truck follows behind them. Smith nods to me and we slip behind the truck as I scan our surroundings.
This doesn’t make any goddamn sense.
Where is Biche… or any of his men? Did he really leave her here, completely unguarded? Is she a trap?
When we stop at a red light, I dig my phone out of my pocket and send a message to Moose to ask him if everything is okay. My knee bounces as I wait for his reply but it doesn’t come before I’m forced to shove my phone back in my pocket and follow after Chance and the girl as she peeks back at me again. I shake my head. How does Biche’s girlfriend or new captive or whatever the hell she is look just like my girl?
It just doesn’t make sense.
I bet if I called Streak right now, he could tell me the probability of finding another person in the world that looks just like you but the chances that the person who looks just like my Kady ending up in Baton Rouge of all places and then that person meeting Biche… I’d say is slim to none.
We pull into the club’s parking lot and I park my bike and pull my phone out again as the others lead Sammy into the club. There’s a message from Moose waiting for me and I suck in a breath as I open it.