Page 75 of Eagle

As I closed in on the dot, my pulse thundered in my ears as I saw a symbol appear on the map. An airplane. There was a small airport out there for small engine planes, helicopters, and small private jets.

From what I remembered, it was barely operating. There were several larger, newer airports for the same kind of flights and that one was losing business. Which also meant fewer onlookers. She was picking up her friend from the Atlanta airport. Why the fuck were they headed to this one?

I wasn’t far behind them and a text came through on the screen. Before the pop-up went away, I saw “on the way brother” from Falcon.

There was no telling what I was about to drive up on.It may be nothing. Maybe this asshole she picked up had some wild plan to take her away on a private jet. But something in my gut said this was more than some random dude trying to woo my woman.

When I turned down the small side road that led to the old airport, I noticed the other headlight. Fucking Butch. He pulled up next to me, still letting me take the lead but not by much. We slowed as we approached. The airstrip itself was lit up, but much of the lot surrounding it was darker. Some lights were on, but some of the buildings seemed closed off and dark. The tower was lit up, though, so flights were probably coming and going.

We drove through the entrance and pulled off behind one of the dark buildings. After climbing off and putting our helmets away, I grabbed an extra clip from my saddlebag.

“You want to tell me why the fuck we left our target?” Butch asked as he tucked his pistol into his holster. He usually had oneon under his cut and carried at the club. You never really saw it until he opened his cut.

“I think Lacy’s in trouble. I didn’t ask you to come.”

“Why do you think she’s in trouble?” he asked. No attitude or sarcasm this time.

“Tracker issues.” He knew all the club phones had trackers. He didn’t need to know there’s one in her car. That was between me, Keys, and Dad. “She’s not where she’s supposed to be.”

Butch smirked. “So you gonna kill her little boyfriend when you catch her, then?”

I took a quick step toward him, but stopped myself. “You know what, you’re not even worth it. And she’s not fuckin’ around. I know her. Now if you want to help, just cover me while I figure out if we need backup. Or hop on your bike and go home.”

“Forging our own destiny, right?” Butch asked as he started to walk.

“Destroying others,” I answered as I started to creep behind the buildings.

We took long strides as we crossed the large metal buildings, then slowed as we came to openings, trying to peek around.

“What are we looking for, Eagle?”

“Not sure. Not her car. She was supposed to be picking up a friend from the Atlanta airport.”

“So she left one airport and came to another?”

“That’s what doesn’t make sense.” We walked to the next building and came to the corner. “She probably didn’t even know this place existed. She’d never been to Georgia before we brought ‘em down, and until a couple weeks ago, hadn’t really left the clubhouse.”

“No wonder she left you.”

The urge to throttle him was hard to push down, but now wasn’t the time to break into a fist fight with this fucker. “Fuck off, Butch. You don’t know shit.”

“I know she deserves better than you.”

I wasn’t going to hit him–probably–but I was tired of his shit. Stepping closer to him, inches from his face, I asked, “Someone like you?”

“You want to go again, or you want to check out that SUV over there by a hangar?” he asked as he pointed around the building.

Looking around the corner, I saw it. A few men in suits were standing by a black SUV and the hangar door was open. “I need to see how many are inside. Do you see any other cars around?”

There had been a small parking lot near the building closest to the tower, but only three cars were there when we came in.

“Not that I noticed. And most of these buildings look locked up. Pretty late for a flight, though,” Butch said.

She had to be in that SUV. I looked at my phone and her dot was here for sure. Poking my head around the corner again, I pulled back quickly because the men by the SUV started walking.

I was about to look around the corner again when my phone buzzed.

Lacy: Eddie, if you see this help. I don’t know how much time I have. At some small airport off a small highway.

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