Page 61 of Out for Blood

I watched as someone knocked on her window and then an arm raised and punched down into the window. A few seconds later, she was pulled from the car and dragged into a waiting van. Her body limp.

The officer panicked and tried to back up. My arm had fallen to the side of my body, the gun feeling heavy as everything in me drained from my body.

“It’s Neal,” Hawk said. “I recognise the car.”

“He’s not in Ireland. We checked.”

“Looks like he’s back, brother,” Hawk said. “Come on.”

We left the security office and ran back down to our bikes. Chains and Razor were going through her car, but there was nothing there. The picnic basket sat in the back of the car, untouched.

“Have Bear come and pick up the car,” I ordered. “Chains with me. Razor, Savage, get back to the clubhouse and get Killian to look for Neal”

They nodded and jumped on their bikes. I turned to Hawk.

“How the fuck did he get past our eyes on him?” I asked. “He was fucking gone.”

“Call Percy,” Hawk said. A fresh wave of dread washed over me.

“Why?”

“He’s going to be the one who finds out about what’s happening. Neal is a bad dude. He took her because he couldn’t get the girls. He’s going to use her. Percy knows bad shit, he knows the circles who buy women. Call him. Get him to find out what Neal is up to.”

As much as I didn’t want to think that was going to happen, that she would kick his ass and come home to me, I knew. I knew Neal was too powerful. He’d pulled her down for years, and if he used those girls against her, she would sacrifice herself.

Any good mother would, and she was the best. She called those girls every day and asked them about their day even if they didn’t want to talk to her.

“You’re right,” I said finally, pulling my phone out and finding Percy’s name. He was a friend from way back, someone who sacrificed his life for the greater good, saving girls from being sold into Europe, never to be seen again. He rescued them, gave them a life to live, all while staying under the radar.

“Yeah?”

“Percy, it’s Ace,” I said. “I need to know if you’ve heard any chatter about a woman coming from Ireland.”

He paused for a moment. “Not that I know. What’s going on?”

“Ever heard of Neal Foley?”

The change in Percy’s tone told me he had. “Yes. How do you know him?”

“He’s got my girl,” I said, feeling the emotions rise to the surface. I wanted to punch something. “He’s her ex-husband, an abusive prick. He wanted to sell his daughters, but I’ve got them protected. Now he’s got her.”

“I’ll call all my contacts. What’s her name? And send me a picture.”

“Will do.”

I hung up before I broke.

“Send a photo of Sheridan to Percy. I need to ride.”

Hawk put his hand on my shoulder. “Come back to the clubhouse, brother.”

“Go back and make sure everything is in order. I’ll be there soon.”

Hawk didn’t want to let me go, but he knew I was going to go anyway. I had to. I couldn’t breathe from the anger, from the frustration. I needed to have her back.

I jumped on my bike and took off, leaving him standing there watching me speed away, out of the older section of Kilkenny to run off my anger, my distress.

I found myself turning into the upper class section of Kilkenny, and down the road that they lived on when they were married. There were no cars in the driveway, no lights on in the house, but I knew I could be walking into a trap. I turned my engine off and got off my bike just as the sound of a bike pulled up right behind me. How’d I know he would follow me?

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