Page 65 of Ride with Zane

I yank him back. “I’ll deal with you later.”

Mac connects the pen drive to our monitors. My blood runs cold as I watch, horror gripping me as the scene unfolds before my eyes. The fuckers recorded everything. Ash, beaten and tormented, but fiercely fighting back against her captors. It’s like a nightmare brought to life, a vision that sends a surge of rage coursing through me. Brick steps up, his calm demeanor a contrast to my boiling anger. He takes control of the video, analyzing every frame, every detail. Blue and Harrison gather information, piecing together any clue that could lead us to her captors.

I go wild, my thoughts consumed by one singular focus—finding and saving Ash. It can’t happen again. I march to the cage, fury burning within me, a storm of emotions ready to unleash. Bursting into the room, I find a couple of guns pointing at me but they step back.

“Where the fuck is she?” I punch Drew right away.

The laughter that erupts from him makes me cringe and I keep using it as a speedball venting all my frustration over him.

“Rock!” Blue snaps at me. “Give him time to answer.”

“Time?” I blurt out. “Time she doesn’t have.” I put my boot on his throat, taking my Glock out, aiming at his head. “You’ve played all wrong kiddo, where the fuck is she?”

I can read the terror in his eyes, and panic of having seconds of life takes over when I take off the secure. “Harlock Avenue.”

“The new construction?”

He coughs and catches his breath. “They want to tear it down since they don’t want to sell it to The Vipers.”

“You’re notthatstupid after all.” I back off and move outside.

The Black Panthers stand armed and ready, a sense of urgency gripping us all. We ride out, a unified force determined to bring Ash home, to rid the world of the filth that dared lay a hand on her.

The roar of our bikes echoes through the night as we tear through the streets, the adrenaline and urgency pushing us forward. There’s no turning back; we’re on a mission to save our own.

Chapter Eighteen

Zane

Terror and Bullet moved as fast as we did, and they have my back. The arm still aches but I need that motherfucker in front of me. Giving a nod to Terror and Bullet the three clubs move in unison. I move ahead and shoot at whoever tries to stop us to get to Ash.

Kicking the door I freeze seeing Ron holding Ash closer. “Your dogs can wait outside.”

“You’re a dead man,” I rasp at him.

He smirks at me while he licks her face. Ash elbows him, making him even bolder. He turns her to face him and moves closer, but Ash spits him trying to back off.

“She’s more savage than Caroline.”

Hearing her name, my fury takes over and I move toward them.

Ron points a gun at her and I go wild. “Take me, motherfucker! it’s with me you have a problem. I’m here!” I throw my Glock on the floor. Be a man and deal with me!”

He points the gun at me and I feel relieved.

Ash's cry is like a punch in my throat. “Leave him, you bastard!” She tries to reach the gun, but he fists her hair and yanks her back.

“Would you do anything to spare him?”

Her eyes are on me while her tears stream down. “Anything. Just leave him.” Her plea hurts me, but I can’t leave her with him no matter the consequences.

“Seems the bitch has more gut than Caroline.”

“Don’t you dare…” A shot makes my heart stop, but Ashley’s scared scream makes me blink.

“To do what, huh? Talk aboutmywoman?”

He’s lying. Caroline would have never betrayed me. No, she wouldn’t do that to me.

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