Page 27 of Wizard's Spitfire

“On it.”

“I’m heading toward their father’s place. They are supposed to be at his house.”

“It’ll take me a few minutes. Stay on the line with me.”

Wizard keeps up the small talk while he searches for the girls.

“Found them, sending the address to your GPS. I’ll meet you there.”

“Thank you, Damien.”

“Thank me after we get the girls home safe. I’ll have a prospect there with a tow truck.”

The next thirty minutes feel like the longest of my life as I follow the directions Wizard sent to my phone. I go as fast as I dare. The last thing I need is to get pulled over. With shaking fingers, I dial JR’s number. He picks up on the fifth ring. I can hear music and party noises in the background.

“I’m busy.”

“Yeah, busy fucking off instead of spending time with your daughters. This is the last straw, JR. The very last fucking straw. You’ll be lucky if you see them again before they’re eighteen.”

“Please, we both know you don’t have the money to take me to court.”

“Watch me, Twatknot. I’ll fucking bury you. If anything happens to the girls before I get to them, I’ll feed you to the bayou gators while you’re still breathing.”

I disconnected the call and focused on the navigator's voice. Twatknot calls back a half dozen times. I let it go to voicemail.

Chapter 15

Wizard

As soon as I sent Charlie’s phone the girls’ location, I sent a group text requesting back up from any brother in the area. I ran out of my apartment to the stairs. I took the stairs, leaping down them several at a time. My phone pinging the entire time.

By the time I make it to my bike, so has half a dozen of my brothers. Angel, Demon, Cobra, Saint, Blue, and Everest. We mount and head toward the gate. Flea opens it. So, we roar through without slowing or stopping.

Once we’re on the road, I thumb open an app I created and sync the lights. I’ve been gathering information on Charlie’s ex, JR, and his connection to Teddy the turd. The turd hasn’t contacted Charlie since the initial meeting in the grocery story. I still didn’t like it and I don’t trust the man.

I have enough to move against him. I just need time to talk to Charlie first. I hope she doesn’t hate me, but I can’t see that scumbag skate another day.

We race across town, as fast as traffic will allow. The girls are down in a rough neighborhood and I, for one, would like to know what they were doing there. They’re supposed to be at their dad’s this weekend.

My heart drops to my toes when I see a group of thugs surrounding the car. A few of them have bats. They’re posturing. None of the dumbasses turn around when they hear us. One big fucker takes a bat to the girls’ headlights. I speed up and pull away from the pack. As I drive past the car, I kick out and takeout the big fucker’s knee. I hear the snap before his scream. He falls to the ground, clutching his knee.

The remaining thugs turn their attention to us. My brothers and I park our sleds and hurry toward them.

“You don’t know the mistake you just made, dog,” one of them says.

“You’re the stupid mother fuckers who don’t know the mistake you made. If there’s one hair out of place on those girls’ heads, you’ll be gator bait.”

“I’d like to see you try,” another says, pulling a gun from his waistband.

A split second later, the gun is on the ground and the guy is howling in pain, a knife sticking out of the back of his hand. By the time any of the thugs think to move, we’ve all pulled our pieces and they're looking down the barrels of guns. The roar of engines gets closer as more of my brothers close in on our direction.

The punks scatter like cockroaches when you flip the light on. I let them go. My priority is checking on the girls. I run for the car. The doors open and suddenly I have three sobbing girls in my arms. They’re all talking at once and I can’t understand a word they’re saying.

Crab and Tully pull up at the same time. Crab in the wrecker and Tully in an SUV.

Charlie

THE CLOSER I GET TOthe girls’ location, the farther my heart sinks into my toes. What are my girls doing here? And where the hell is there no-good father?I’m going to kill him when I get my hands on him.I briefly picture a cartoon version of myself choking a cartoon version of my ex. I don’t condone violence, but when it comes to him, I sometimes fantasize about it.

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