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As I worked, my mind drifted to thoughts of Breaker and the life I wanted with him. Lazy mornings tangled in each other’s arms, watching movies together, going on dates. I wanted it all. And once I was back with him, I’d tell him exactly how I felt.

The last of the knots finally gave way, and I felt the ropes loosen around my wrists. A surge of relief and triumph washed over me, but I knew I couldn’t celebrate just yet. I still had to find a way out of the cabin and away from Robert’s clutches. I reached down and untied my ankles, then stood on shaky legs, my muscles protesting after I’d been confined. The floorboards creaked beneath my feet, and I froze, holding my breath as I listened for any sign that Robert had heard. But the cabin remained silent, save for the pounding of my own heart.

With cautious steps, I made my way to the window, peering out into the gathering dusk. The woods beyond were dense and foreboding, but they offered a chance at escape, a path back to Breaker and the safety of his arms.

I took a deep breath, my fingers curling around the window latch. This was it. The moment of truth. The moment where I would either find my freedom or face the consequences of my actions.

But I was ready. Ready to fight, ready to survive, ready to do whatever it took to make my way back to the man I loved. With a final glance around the cabin, I pushed open the door and stepped out into the unknown, my heart full of hope and determination.

Chapter Fifteen

Breaker

My phone buzzed with a text from Surge, jolting me out of my brooding thoughts. I glanced at the screen.

Footage from gas station six hours from here. Juniper spotted getting out of a car and going inside. Sending coordinates.

My heart leapt into my throat. Juniper was alive. I had to get to her before it was too late.

Did she look okay?I typed back furiously, already reaching for my cut and keys.

Couldn’t tell, but I think so. By the way, Dread said your ass isn’t getting on your bike.

I glowered at the screen, then jammed my phone into my pocket, not bothering to reply. Surge with his tech skills was a Goddamn godsend, but right now, all that mattered was getting to that gas station. To her. And what the fuck did Dread mean I couldn’t ride my bike? Fuck that shit.

I rushed out of the house and over to my bike. I’d just thrown my leg over the seat when one of the club trucks pulled up behind me, blocking me in. I cursed a blue streak and got off, approaching the driver side window. It rolled down and I glared at Freak.

“What the fuck?”

He smirked. “Dread’s orders. Get your ass in the truck. I’ll take you to the gas station where Surge spotted Juniper. Hornet, Cotton, Roulette, and Slider are going with us. I’m sure she’s long gone from that spot, but by the time we get there, hopefully Surge will have more intel.”

“Fine.” I walked around and climbed into the truck. “But just so we’re clear, I don’t agree that I need a damn truck to get there.”

“Sure, you don’t. Six or more hours on a bike wouldn’t tear open your stitches or anything.” Freak tossed me a bottle, and I reflexively caught it. “Here. Dread said it’s Oxy. He figured you’d need it after a while of riding.”

I shoved the bottle into my pocket and fastened my seat belt. As Freak backed out of my driveway and approached the gates, I heard my brothers’ bikes as they fell in behind us. Soon enough, we were on the road and heading toward the only lead we had on my woman.

Hang on, Juniper, I’m coming.

I would get to that girl if I had to ride through hellfire itself. And once she was safe, heads would fucking roll for laying a finger on what was mine. My hands clenched, jaw set with steely resolve.

Nobody took my woman. Nobody hurt my family. Not without paying the price in blood.

The miles blurred beneath the tires as Freak sped down the highway. I didn’t know what we’d find when we got there. Like Surge said, she’d left and wouldn’t be there. Would I find a clue as to where she went? Would anyone in the area remember seeing her?

I had to believe she was all right. That she was waiting for me. Needing me.

Just like I needed her. More than my next breath.

I’m almost there, darlin’. I’ll find you. I swear it.

Freak pulled into the gas station in a spray of gravel no more than five hours later. He’d broken every speed limit along the way, trying to get me here as fast as he could. The attendant barely had time to look up from his magazine before I was on him, slamming my hands down on the counter.

“The girl who was here earlier. Dark hair, gray eyes. Where did she go?” My words were clipped, my tone brooking no argument.

The attendant’s eyes widened, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed hard. “I-I don’t know, man. She just used the restroom and left. Didn’t say where she was headed. I didn’t pay attention to the car or anything.”

I leaned in closer, my gaze boring into his. “Think harder. Are you sure you didn’t see which direction she went? Whether she was with anyone?”

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