Page 24 of Thorsten Wisely Dicey MC

– THORSTEN –

Adrenaline is pumping through my veins. I’ve done some fucked-up shit in my life, seen even worse, but what just happened knocks me off my game on a personal level. Fuckin’ feelings. Another reminder I should have never gotten involved. Havoc, betrayal, uncertainty, doubt. Shit I don’t need right now when I see the car with Livi inside disappear around the corner.

I run back to my bike and straddle it when Archer arrives at the scene. He hits the kickstand and jumps off his bike, blocking my path.

“Get the fuck out of my way,” I snarl.

“Not until you tell me what just happened.” He points at Livi’s bike which lies in the middle of the road.

I hit the kickstand and swing my leg off the bike to get in his face. “A car came out of nowhere and crashed into her. They threw her in the back before I could get to her, okay? She’s gone and you’re fucking preventing me from chasing the damn car.”

Archer reaches for his phone. “Okay. So, one vehicle was chasing her and another ran into her. Did both work together?”

“There was a vehicle chasing her?” I ask.

Fuck. How did I miss that? I did notice her following me, riding recklessly, or so it seemed. My music was blasting through my helmet to blow off some of the pumped-up steam due to our confrontation at the diner.

“I only saw her get hit in my rearview mirror. Before I could turn around and get to her, they had her in the car and drove off.”

Glancing around me, I only see Livi’s bike, no trace of any other car who was following her. All while Archer is fully focused on his phone.

“Did you even hear me, asshole?” I snarl. “Fuck it. I’m not going to stand around here doing nothing.”

“We’re not doing nothing,” Archer grunts. “Every single member of Broken Deeds, along with their old lady, and those connected by blood have a tracking chip. Livi has one too, and I’m trying to locate her.”

Fuck.

My heart skips a damn beat. “She has a what now?”

Archer glances up from the screen and shoots me a grin. “A tracking chip. Super high technology which not only allows us to get the exact coordinates in case of an emergency, but we can also read the person’s vitals.”

His eyes go down to the screen again and he releases a curse while I mentally release a few curses as well.

“No vitals,” he mutters.

The fuck? Fear hits me and I stumble back. I rub a hand over my neck and wonder what the hell happened between seeing her get hit by the car, someone throwing her into the vehicle, and then driving off. The car didn’t hit her that hard. She lessened speed and was taking a damn turn. Did she hit her head? Did she do something that caused this? Dammit.

“It doesn’t make sense.” Archer whips his head around.

Does he know where she’s going?

“What’s going on?” I step closer and catch a glance at the screen.

Archer shoots me a glare and shoves his phone away. My nerves are all over the damn place when he suddenly rushes past me and heads for Livi’s bike. I follow and see how he squats down to touch the blood on the pavement.

He’s rubbing it between his fingers as he glances up at me. “She must have fucked her arm up when she crashed. The chip is toast or was ripped from her arm when she injured herself. The way the bike is lying on the pavement? It’s definitely the arm with the tracker she landed on. Fucking hell, we don’t have any way to track her now.”

Relief is overwhelming, but it’s short-lived when anger hits. “You fucking asshole. You made me believe she was dead for a second there. Not to mention, I was about to follow the car that took her before you blocked me.”

Archer jumps up and gets in my face. “I’ll bring her home to us, where she belongs. There’s no fucking reason for you to worry about anything, okay? We’ll track the car through different cameras in no time. This isn’t your business, Thorsten. I heard what went down in the diner before this shit happened. So, go home, asshole.”

I want nothing more than to punch his fucking face, but I have issues at hand to deal with. Stepping around him, I take out my phone and shoot a message to Lenz to fix stuff, and then one to Macsen. Straddling my bike, I make a turn and head for the clubhouse.

Completely on edge, I park my bike in front of the clubhouse and jump off to rush inside.

“Any news?” I ask as soon as I spot Macsen sitting next to Lenz.

Lenz glances up from the screen of his laptop. “The lawyer who got Rainer out? She’s on the cartel’s payroll.”

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