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“Damn it,” Zane cursed as we reached the final room, only to find it empty. “This isn’t where they’re holding Tina and Kennedy.”

“Then we keep looking,” I said, my resolve unwavering. “We won’t stop until we find them.”

“Agreed,” Zane nodded, gripping my shoulder in solidarity.

“Ryder, get us another location,” I ordered, my voice laced with urgency. “We’re running out of time.”

“Understood,” he replied, his eyes reflecting the same fierce determination that burned within me.

As we mounted our bikes once more and roared off into the night, I couldn’t help but feel the crushing weight of the stakes bearing down on us. Our enemies were relentless, but so too were we. And when it came to protecting our family, there was no challenge too great, no danger too dire, that we wouldn’t face head-on.

We were the Red Devils MC, and we would not be defeated.

I pushed open the door to yet another dingy room. My heart raced with adrenaline and fear, each beat pounding in my ears like a war drum. This had to be it. It had to be where Raptor was keeping Tina and Kennedy.

“Damn it,” Zane cursed beside me, echoing my own frustration. The room was empty—just like all the others we’d searched.

“Brooks, something’s not right,” he said, squinting at the floor. “There’s no sign of struggle here. No scratches or marks on the walls.”

He was right. From the moment we’d entered Raptor’s territory, everything had felt off—from the seemingly abandoned warehouse to the eerie silence that hung in the air like an oppressive fog. But I couldn’t—wouldn’t—let doubt creep into my mind. I glanced over at Zane, his face etched with worry, and knew he felt the same way.

“Ryder, get us another location,” I gritted out, my voice barely audible over the roar of blood in my ears. “This is a dead end.”

“Copy that, Brooks,” Ryder replied through the comms, his tone somber but determined. “Sit tight. I’ll find you something.”

As we waited, I leaned against the wall, my clenched fists shaking with suppressed rage. Every second we wasted was a second closer to losing Tina and Kennedy forever. The thought sent waves of nausea rolling through my gut, tightening around my heart like a vise.

“Hey,” Zane said, placing a hand on my shoulder. His touch was warm, grounding—a lifeline in the storm of my thoughts. “We’re gonna find them, man. We won’t stop until we do.”

I nodded, swallowing hard against the lump in my throat. “I know,” I whispered, more to myself than to Zane. “I just can’t shake the feeling that we’re running out of time.”

Ryder’s voice crackled through the comms. “There’s another building a few miles from your location—an old factory. It’s worth checking out.”

“Thanks, brother,” I muttered, pushing off the wall and heading for the door.

The moon hung low in the sky as we thundered down the deserted road, its pale light casting eerie shadows across the road. The wind whipped through my hair, stinging my eyes and tearing at my clothes like icy fingers. But all I could think about was Tina and Kennedy—their faces, their laughter, their love.

“Stay focused,” Zane called out. “We’ll find them. We won’t let Raptor win.”

“Never,” I vowed, gripping the handlebars until my knuckles turned white. “We’re the Red Devils MC, and we won’t back down.”

As we raced toward the next location, my heart hammered with renewed determination, fueled by the fierce loyalty that bound us together. We would face whatever challenges lay ahead—and for the sake of our family, we would prevail.

9

The Pistons MC hideout loomed ahead like a fortress, surrounded by chain-link fences topped with razor wire. As I revved my motorcycle’s engine, I couldn’t help but feel a surge of adrenaline course through my veins.

“Brooks,” called out Jake. “you ready for this?”

“Damn right,” I replied, gritting my teeth. The thought of Tina and Kennedy being held captive by those Pistons bastards made my blood boil. This conflict had been brewing for far too long, and now it was time to set things straight.

“Remember, we’re here to get your family back safe and sound,” said Zane, my brother-in-law and fellow Red Devil, as he patted me on the shoulder. “Let’s show these Pistons what happens when they mess with the Red Devils.”

We approached the hideout. Their gang members sneered at us from behind their fence, itching for a fight. As we dismounted our bikes, their leader stepped forward to meet us.

“Red Devils,” he spat, sizing us up with contempt. “Didn’t expect to see you here.”

“Cut the crap, Raptor. We know you’ve got Tina and Kennedy.” I shot back, fists clenched so tight that my knuckles turned white. “You’re gonna hand them over, or you’ll wish you never crossed us.”

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