Gypsy King (Tin Gypsy, #1)(87)

A kid to raise.

Together.

The roar of an engine came racing to the garage, Leo barreling in and skidding to a halt. Emmett’s ten minutes was less than five as he pulled in moments later.

It didn’t take long to catch them up.

“She must have come in from Denver early,” Leo said. “Waited for Bryce to be alone.”

Alone because I hadn’t been there to protect her. I’d been too busy here, brooding about shit that was just as much my doing as it was hers.

If she survived this, I’d beg for forgiveness.

But maybe we’d all be better off if she didn’t give it to me.

“Fuck!” I roared. Beside me, Isaiah flinched.

This wasn’t happening. Not now. Not to Bryce. She was it for me. She was the woman I hadn’t known I’d needed. My partner in crime. My confidant. My heart. Whoever did this to her would pay. I’d have my vengeance and it would be bloody.

If she didn’t come out of this—no, I couldn’t think like that. She had to come out of this unharmed. And for every scratch, every bruise, I’d deliver the same punishment tenfold.

“It doesn’t make sense.” Dad had been saying that over and over.

“What doesn’t make sense?” I snapped. His muttering was grating on my last nerve.

“Why would she do this? How does she even know about us? If she wanted revenge on me for Amina, why go after Bryce?”

“We’re missing something important,” Emmett said. “She’s mixed up in this somehow. Has probably been since the beginning.”

“And she what, killed her own mother?” Dad huffed. “Doesn’t figure right.”

“What if she was angry at her mom? Maybe Amina and her had a falling out. Someone is holding that camera.” I shook my phone. “She might not have been the one to hold the knife, but we all saw a Warrior break into the clubhouse. My guess is that same Warrior is the one behind this photo. And my sister is calling the shots.”

“What do we do?” Emmett asked. “We can’t sit here and wait. Bryce could be—”

“Don’t.” I held up a hand. “Don’t say it.”

The thoughts in my head were bad enough. I didn’t need him adding horrors to my ears.

“We need to find her. She’s alive.” She had to be alive. I wasn’t living the rest of my life miserable and alone.

I was going to find Bryce, lock her in my house and never leave her side again.

“Dad, call Tucker. Let’s hope he’s got more information than he was letting on.”

He nodded, the phone already out from his pocket.

“Emmett, find out what you can about Genevieve. When she got to Montana. Where she’s been hiding out.”

With one short nod, he ran for the clubhouse.

“There’s something—ahh.” Leo dragged a hand through his hair. “I can’t place it.”

“What?”

“Something’s familiar about that place.”

“What place?”

“Let me see that picture again.” He walked over and took the phone from my hand. Then he narrowed his eyes, his fingers zooming in on the far edge. “There. See it?”

“What am I looking for?”

“That building in the distance. See it?”

I’d been so focused on Bryce and the gun, I hadn’t studied other parts of the photo. But there it was. In the distance, an old log building was nearly invisible within the trees.

“Do you know that place?” I asked Leo.

“It’s familiar.” He closed his eyes, thinking for a few aching seconds. Then his eyes popped open and he snapped his fingers. “It’s up off Castle Creek Road, about an hour from here. Way the fuck up in the mountains on a steep old trail. I haven’t been there in ten years but that building looks like the old Warrior hideaway a couple guys and I staked out back in the day.”

“You’re sure?” We couldn’t afford to drive an hour into the mountains on a hunch. Bryce might not have any extra time, and if a call came in for ransom money, I wanted cell service.

“Yeah, brother. I’m sure.”

Dad came over, his jaw clenched. “Tucker swears it’s not the Warriors.”

“Did he know anything about Genevieve?”

“Nothing.”

“He’s fucking lying,” Leo bit out, ripping the phone out of my hand to show Dad the cabin. “Remember that cabin you had me, Jet and Gunner stake out? This is it.”

“Fucking Tucker,” he cursed.

“I’m going.” I pointed to Leo. “Lead the way.”

“Wait.” Dad grabbed my arm, stopping me. “Could be a trap. Tucker knows we think a Warrior is behind this. He could have taken Bryce. Genevieve. Set it all up.”

“Or Genevieve’s a fucking psycho. Maybe she’s not even your kid. Maybe this has all been one clusterfuck setup because you couldn’t keep your dick behind your zipper. Who knows? What I do know is that Bryce is in danger and I’m going to do whatever it takes to keep her alive. If she’s by that cabin, then that’s where I’m going.”

He blew out a long breath. “I’m coming too.”

“We all just believed Amina’s story, but it might not be true. We’ve been sloppy. We’re all over the damn place and missing something major.” I looked between Dad and Leo. “We’ve been on the defense from the start, and it’s time to remember who we are. No one fucks with us, whether the club is gone or not. Someone’s going to pay for this. Shoot first. Bury later.”