Page 52 of Thor

“Thor, how many times are you going to check the time?” Armor snickers.

“Until I’m out of here and headed to my woman,” I grunt.

Smoke and Armor throw their heads back laughing and I smirk. I’ve got it bad.

“Welcome to the club, brother.” Smoke laughs.

“What club?” I furrow my brows.

“The no nuts club. We handed those fuckers away the minute we claimed our women.” He sighs.

Armor and I chuckle but neither one of us disagree. Maddy has me by the balls. I’m not even in denial about it. I open my mouth to respond but my phone rings. When I pull it out, Doc’s name lights up the screen. Instantly I know something is wrong. He never calls while he’s at the hospital.

“Is she alright?” I rush out.

“She’s gone, Thor. She left me a note while I was in surgery. It reads, ‘He has my mom’. Kim, the other nurse, said she left about four hours ago.”

I stumbled back until I hit the wall. My vision blurs as I get lightheaded. She left. To save her mom. That fucker has them both.

I’m going to kill him!

Fuck a plan. Fuck being calm. Fuck anything other than me putting a bullet through his head. This ends today!

“Get to the clubhouse. I’ll call Viper and see if the girls can hack the security cameras to see what happened.” Doc hangs up and I’m moving on autopilot. Armor and Smoke hurry to shut the store down as I storm out. I don’t wait on them. I hop on my bike and race to the club. The entire drive is a haze. When I pulled up, I notice some of the brothers are just now arriving. Viper must have called everyone in.

Storming into the clubhouse, Viper is already standing there waiting for me. “Go get a bag, Thor. We head out in ten minutes. The girls are going to brief us on the plane.”

As much as I want to ask questions, that will only delay us. I pack a bag as quickly as possible. When I make it back down to the common room, only half of the brothers are standing there with bags.

“We all can’t go. We need to make sure the kids are protected in case that fucker has any other tricks up his sleeve,” Viper tells me.

I give him a nod and sling my duffle bag over my shoulder. “Let’s go,” I say as I stride out the door.

Two of the club vans are waiting and the brothers who are going file in. Kevin and Luis drive. The entire drive, I’m a shaking mess.

My woman has suffered enough, and now he takes his torment a step further and kidnaps her mother. I don’t know who this man is. He practically raised me and he’s a complete stranger.

I barely have a relationship with my mother because she worships the ground he walks on. In her eyes, her brother can do no wrong. There were plenty of times over the years I wanted to call her and let her know how he betrayed me, but I couldn’t hurt her. Honestly, I don’t know whose side she would take. He took care of my mother when her husband died and provided for us. Over the years she developed the upmost loyalty to Thomas for that.

Regardless of the turmoil I have with Thomas, I love my mother. She was great to me. It hurt having to leave her behind, but I did it to protect her in my own way. She already had lost my father. I didn’t want to add her brother to the list.

Now, here we are ten years later, and the hurt I was trying to save her from is coming full circle. She will be burying her brother soon. I don’t have it in me to stand beside her and pretend I’m hurt.

Arriving at the airport, I expect us to be dropped off at a terminal but we keeping going until we reach a gate. Cara sits up front with Kevin and flashes something at the guard. The gates open and Kevin drives onto the tarmac.

What the hell?

I around the group and the guys look confused as well.

Good. I’m not the only one.

We finally approach a huge plane, and Cara turns around. “Let’s go, fellas.” We file out and I turn to Viper. He shrugs, shakes his head, and makes his way to the plane.

Blade and Torch are standing at the edge of the steps talking to the pilot like old pals. Somebody needs to explain what the hell is going on. Walking up the stairs, I freeze when I see the inside of this plane.

There are cream leather seats, a few couches, and a television mounted on the wall. There’s even a small dining area. It is like something straight out of a magazine. This is high class. I take a seat near a window and Cara sits beside me.

“Explain,” I prompt her.

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