Captured (Devil's Blaze MC #1)(68)

“Damn you!” Pistol gasps, his breathing turning hard.

“You should save your breath, unless you use it to pray that Devil’s Blaze cares more about you than you obviously do them,” my father says, then turns to me. “Elizabeth, hand me your locket.”

My hand goes to it, grasping it tightly with refusal on my lips. My father shoots Pistol in his foot. I jump in response.

“Do it, or I’ll just keep shooting, and then we’ll move onto those men upstairs in room two hundred and three that you actually care about.” I surrender the locket to him, doing my best not to cry. He puts it in Pistol’s hands, then calmly looks back at me. “Come along, sunshine. We need to get out of here before people start looking for you.”

He grabs my arm and doesn’t give me a choice. He leads us away and into the room he came from. I look over my shoulder at Pistol before my father jerks me away, demanding my attention.

He walks me quickly through the back room, which appears to be a storage room for the hospital, then through a metal door which leads to the outside. I briefly consider running away, but the tight, bruising grip my father has on me doesn’t give me the chance.

A limo waits for us at the corner. A man in a nondescript suit stands with the door open. My father pushes me in without a word. I stumble inside, managing to keep from face-planting into the seat. Just as I sit upright, my father joins me.

“Where’s my sister? I want to see Katie!”

“Don’t worry,” he says. “I’ll make sure you get to see her soon.”

“Where are we going?” I ask, staring straight ahead at the privacy screen and thinking I’ve made the wrong decision. That phrase just keeps going over and over in my brain: I’ve made the wrong decision… I’ve made the wrong decision…

“To my yacht,” he says, and I hear the tinge of pride in his voice.

“We can’t! Skull—never mind.”

My father laughs. It’s a warm laugh, one I remember as a child. The same laugh he used when my sister Katie climbed up on the table for our fourth birthday. She saw the birthday cake and wouldn’t stop until she got up on the big fancy dining room table that was my mother’s pride and joy. The trouble was, she had on her muck boots that we had to wear to go to the barn. My mother freaked out and came running, screaming at Katie. It scared Katie. She scrambled to get away from mom and, in the process, dumped the cake all over my mother’s dress. Dad laughed for ten minutes, infuriating my mother so much that she left for two days.

I had forgotten those memories. How? My father had doted on both of us during that time. It had been good. We were happy, but now…

“Don’t worry, sunshine. I already know your boyfriend is striking today and destroying my yacht. I told you before, I know it all. You don’t have to fear spilling the beans. Interesting, though. You would be willing to kill me and yourself to guard his secrets? Such loyalty. I definitely kept the wrong daughter.”

“If you know Skull is destroying it, why would you be heading straight there?” I ask, confused and hating the man in front of me at the same time.

“That is the question, isn’t it? A question that will become all too clear, soon. For now, I suggest you lie back and rest. We have an exciting day in front of us.”

I turn away from him, staring out the window.





We’ve got two hours until the charges are triggered. Two f*cking hours, and Beth isn’t back yet.

I ordered her and my men to be back early. Fucking hell, I don’t need this added stress. Pistol, the f*cker… He isn’t answering his phone, and no one can seem to find Latch either. If they’re alive when I find them, I’m going to kill them.

I climb off my bike, Briar and Sabre behind me. Shaft, a new recruit, stays behind to watch over the bikes and be on lookout. I push through the doors intent on finding my woman. When I feel my cellphone vibrate in my pocket, a small amount of panic leaves me. Finally, the f*ckers are checking in. I’m going to take off their heads and turn Beth’s ass red for worrying me. I look at the caller ID and notice it’s Beast’s room.

“Where the f*ck have you been? I thought I told you to come home early?”

I expect to hear Beth’s voice. When I don’t, my stomach clenches and my heart lodges in my throat, fear choking me.

“Boss.”

The voice is strained and hard to hear. It’s gruffer and different from the way it used to be, but I instantly recognize it.

“Beast? Where the f*ck’s Beth? Or my men? Son of a bitch, are you okay?”

“Boss… A-Attack…”

“Motherf*cker!” I growl, taking off running, ignoring the elevators and bolting up the stairs. I hear my brothers running behind me, their steps echoing. I’ve got my gun drawn and I burst into Beast’s room, unsure of what I’ll find. Beast is lying on the bed, shaking as he tries to pull himself up. Latch lies on the floor, bleeding.

Pistol and Beth are nowhere to be seen.

“Where’s Beth?” I ask Beast while Sabre checks on Latch.

“Caff… Caff-a… ear…” he struggles to say, and despite the broken words, I know what he’s trying to say. Without waiting for him to finish, I take off running.

I glance over my shoulder. Torch and Briar are there, following. “Get a hold of Cade’s men!” I order them, yelling. “Find out where the f*ck they are! How in the f*ck did this happen if they’re watching the exits??”