Page 46 of Inferno

“Where are you going?” Acid calls after me.

“To get Emmy.”

“You don’t even know where she is,” Demo says calmly.

I whirl around and ball my fists at my sides, Flames dance between my fingers and up my arms. My anger is rearing its ugly head, and I don’t give a fuck who sees it.

“Give Trooper a few minutes,” Viking coaxes. “No sense riding around blind.”

I glance at my screen to check the time. “He’s got two more minutes.”

One and a half go by when Viking’s phone rings. He answers and puts it on speakerphone.

“Tell me you’ve got her,” I say.

“We do,” Trooper confirms. “I’m sending you her location. Seems she’s somewhere out in the country, and she’s stationary. The red dot will move on the map you have if she moves.”

“Let’s roll,” Viking orders. “Thanks, Trooper. I’ll keep you posted.”

He hangs up and shoves the device in his cut pocket. Then we all stride outside, climbing on our bikes. Makayla stands in the doorway, a look of concern in her eyes. She knows we can’t die, but it’s still scary seeing your man roll out for battle.

I circle my brothers with my Harley, kicking up dust.

“I hope you fuckers can keep up because I’m not waiting on you!”

24

Emmy

“Have you figured it out yet?”

I stare at the maniac standing in the doorway at the address I was given. I’m still in my car with the window down two inches so I can talk to him. He’s tall and lanky, and slightly familiar, but I can’t place him. I’m not about to tell him that though.

“Where’s Steph?” I ask.

“I’ll take that as a no.”

Dammit.

“Where’s my friend?” I repeat.

“Get outta the car, come inside, and find out for yourself,” he taunts.

There comes a point in a person’s life where they’re at a crossroads. For some, it’s related to their career, while for others, it’s family. For me, it’s whether or not to get out of my car to face this psycho. Most people would make a list of pros and cons, they’d weigh their options carefully, or they’d use plain ol’ common sense.

Well, this is my crossroad, and I do none of those things. And common sense definitely doesn’t factor into my decision.

I leave the engine running, just in case, as I exit the Jetta. I wish I’d thought to look for a weapon at the clubhouse before I took off, but hindsight is twenty-twenty and all that.

“I must admit, I’m surprised you listened and came alone.”

“You didn’t leave me much choice in the matter.”

“True. But you’re a stubborn one, Emmaline Daniels.”

“How do you know me?” I finally ask when I reach the steps.

“How do you not know me?” he counters. “After going through such a traumatic event together? You disappoint me.”

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