Marcel lets out a frustrated growl.
“This…this sketchy black van pulled up right next to us. Two guys in black hoodies jumped out. Grabbed him. Carter punched one. I jumped on the back of the other guy, but he elbowed me in the face. They wrestled Carter into the van and sped away. I got a few numbers off the plate.” Anguished sobs choke off any more words she may have been trying to say.
Marcel paces away a few steps, barking out orders to Bianca for more information.
My vision swims.
Fear and horror singe my blood. My baby brother’s in trouble. Why didn’t I know? Sense it somehow?
“Miss, who are you talking to?” a deep voice asks in the background.
“Carter’s sister.”
“Miss Clark?” The deep voice becomes even louder. “This is Officer O’Flannery. We need you to come to the station so we can get some information—”
“What are you doing to find my brother?” I shout.
“Everything we can. We have several witnesses. His girlfriend says your uncle is a leader of a local motorcycle gang? Is that right?”
“For fuck’s sake,” Marcel mutters.
“Where can I meet you?” I ask.
He gives me the address of the station. Not sure I have any intention of actually going, I quickly jot it down and hang up.
TELLER
Charlotte’s terrified eyes and frantic movements rip out my insides.
“Jesus Christ.” I run my hands through my hair, settling them at the base of my skull. What the fuck is happening? “We’re going to find him, Charlotte.”
“Is it club-related?”
This isn’t the time to fuck around and try to protect the club. Charlotte and I are way past that. She’s too smart to swallow any bullshit. “I honestly don’t know. We don’t have an issue with anyone that I know of right now.”
“Marcel,” she whispers. “If something happens to him… If he… I can’t live with that. Do you understand?”
“I hear you.”
“I know he’s not a brother—”
“No. He’s my brother. He’s club family. I swore I’d protect him, Charlotte.” And boy, did I fuck that up, apparently. Someone had the balls to abduct him in broad daylight. In my club’s territory.
My mind’s racing. Who could possibly have an issue with us? Why involve Carter?
What if it has nothing to do with us?
“How much do you know about Bianca? What’s she into?”
Charlotte snorts. “I don’t know. They’ve been friends for years.”
I’m already tapping out a text to Rock, Wrath, Murphy, and Dex. They’ll spread the word. I add Z, Rooster, Jigsaw, and Grinder in too. They have a longer ride to get here.
“Will they try to contact us? A ransom?” Charlotte asks.
“I don’t know,” I mumble, not looking up from my phone.
Rock answers right away.