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“Er, you’re on speaker,” she states, her voice full of worry.

“Ghost, he’s going for her. I’m on my way now. The fucker has set up a road-block. I don’t know what the fucker’s going to do, but I’m about two minutes out,” I state.

“Jared. Fuck, where are you? Get to her, man. Just fucking get to her,” Ghost pleads, his voice rough with emotion.

“I’m on Hetland,” I state. Pausing, I see the truck up ahead, but all the doors are open and no one else is in sight. “Fuck!” I bark, slamming my fist on the steering wheel.

“What is it?” Ghost asks. I hear the rumble of bikes, and I know they are heading this way.

I screech to a stop and jump out of the car. “They’re gone,” I mutter, feeling my heart thumping in my chest. “The lawyer and Star are gone,” I confirm. A deep groan catches my attention,and I spin around, seeing Rage slumped next to a nearby tree. “Rage,” I mutter, moving towards him. “He’s been shot,” I state, dropping to the floor next to him.

He looks at me, holding his side. “Fuckers took them. Shot me. But I got their fucking hand,” Rage says with a bloody grin, holding up someone’s hand.

“Come on, let’s get you in my car,” I state, helping him to his feet. I seat him in the back of my car and run to the boot and grab the first aid kit we have to carry. I chuck it at him, then hop in the driver’s seat. “Ghost, I don’t know where—” I begin, but Rage cuts me off in the back.

“Greenfield’s Ranch,” Rage breathes out.

“What?” I ask, turning around to face him.

“Greenfield’s Ranch. They thought they had killed me.” He coughs out a laugh.

“You catch that?” I ask Ghost.

“Yeah, on our way. Get that fucker to the hospital, then meet us there,” he growls down the line before disconnecting.

“Don’t fucking die. I’m taking you to the hospital,” I yell to Rage over my shoulder as I pull off.

“I ain’t dying, and I ain’t going to any mother fucking hospital. Fucking drive to the ranch,” he grits out. I look briefly over my shoulder to see him taping up the wound at his side.

“You’ve been fucking shot,” I argue.

“Listen to me, pig. I ain’t going to no hospital. I ain’t going nowhere but that fucking ranch to fight alongside my fucking brothers. I don’t listen to cops, and I ain’t about to fucking start now just because you handed me a fucking bandage!” Rage snaps, waving the first aid kit in the air.

I shake my head. “You’re a fucking crazy son of a bitch.”

“Thank you, now put your fucking foot down,” Rage barks.

“Just don’t get blood on my fucking seats,” I sigh as I increase my speed.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

ALINA

I was bound and gagged.Those are two words I would have never thought I would ever be in my life. Yet here I am, with a nice slap to my face to add to it. Star glances my way, her face set to stone, refusing to show any fear. I try to follow her lead, but I can’t help but feel the fear that is pulsing through me. What if they hurt my baby? It’s something I have wanted for so long. Please God, don’t let them hurt my baby.

We are shoved into a barn, and the strong smell of hay and horse shit surrounds us. A guy walks in, and immediately my eyes narrow. Mother fucker. He smirks cockily at me as he leans down and yanks the cloth down from around my mouth. I spit in his face, making him flinch. Star cackles with laughter next to me.

He slowly wipes my spit from his cheek before he swiftly backhands me, making my head whip to the side. Star shouts behind her gag in protest.

“Now, that wasn’t the greeting I was hoping for,” Agent Pryor sneers before he looks to Star. “Now, if I remove your gag, are you going to play nicely?” he asks as he crouches down and removes her gag. Star rears her head back and slams it back into his face, her temple crashing against his nose. “Son of a bitch!”he hisses, cupping his nose. He slaps her hard across the face with such force, it knocks her to the floor. She groans, but a deep, throaty laugh escapes her as she eases herself back up.

“Keep hitting me like that. I enjoy it.” She smiles at him, blood coating her teeth. He hits her harder this time, followed by a kick to her stomach. She gasps for breath.

“Stop!” I cry out. Agent Pryor stops and looks at me, holding a piece of cloth to his busted nose.

“I will, but only because you brought an extra gift. You see, Eugene and, well, me too, didn’t take too kindly to your interference at the station. If it wasn’t for you, no one would have looked twice, at least not for a couple of weeks, but by that time they would have already been killed while in jail. So all we needed was a reason to get you back into your office. You have been absent for a while. I wonder why that is. Told to lie low, were you?” he scoffs.

He didn’t know I was Hap’s, and he didn’t know I was pregnant.

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