Page 65 of Echoes From Within
“If he sees the baby tell him to not even acknowledge it until he messages us,” Ghost says. “That will give Venom time to text this fucker back and get Sophia’s location. If nothing comes of it, then we ask for the baby’s location.”
So, we wait. It doesn’t take long for Blaze’s phone to ding.
“He has eyes on the baby,” Blaze says. “But he also feels eyes on him. He’s confident that the tide won’t reach the baby for ten more minutes, so he’s walking away.”
“Tell him not to take his eyes off of that baby,” I order, pulling my own phone out to text Malachi.
I don’t care about some rapist’s baby. Where the fuck is my woman?
Less than a minute later, he responds.
That’s a bit harsh, even for you, biker. Rapist’s baby or not, it’s still a baby. Oh well. I can respect your choice. Bring whoever you want, just know they might not survive their visit. I have snipers all over the place. I give you my word that your woman will leave this property alive. You both will as long as you don’t do anything stupid. I’m sending you a location ping. See you in an hour.
“It’s a trap,” Miles says. “Just because he will let us leave the property alive doesn’t mean they won’t shoot us the second we’re off the property.”
“That’s psychopathic logic,” Doc says.
“It’s also the most likely scenario,” Xander adds.
“It’s a trap,” Knox repeats Miles’ thoughts.
“Miles said they’ll try and kill us the second we leave,” I say. “You guys don’t have to come. I don’t want you risking your lives.”
Before I can finish my little speech every single member, apart from Ma and Pops, hops on their bikes.
I fucking love my family.
“Bitsy, you need to go back to the clubhouse and stay with Ma and Pops.”
“Don’t tell me what to do, Viper,” Bitsy says, mounting her own bike. “Besides, I can handle myself just fine.”
Shaking my head I glance over at Knox.
“Why don’t you stay here with Allie?” I suggest.
“It’s ookkay,” he says, his voice laced with fear. Knox is an Obsidian through and through, but he’s not made for this part of the club. He’s too gentle. Hell, he doesn’t even like being on a motorcycle. I’m surprised he rode his own.
“Stay here, Little one,” Steel says. “Or better yet, head back to the clubhouse and research this location. Maybe you can find something out for us before we get there.”
“I want to help save her,” he says softly.
“And you will,” I say. “You may be the key to helping us all get out of there safely.”
“Go on back, son,” Ghost orders. “Do as I say, now.”
“Yes, Pres,” Knox says, but I can see his shoulders ease a bit. He wants to help but I know he’s scared. However, he would never disobey our president.
“Thank you,” Steel says. “If I would have made it an order he would have been mad at me for a month.”
Ghost nods before starting his bike.
“Here.”
I catch the keys Blaze tosses.
“Take my bike,” he says. “I’m going to take the car in case we need it.”
“Thanks,” I mutter. “Let’s head out.”