Page 34 of Seized By Solo

I hear Dutch calling for Pres and speaking, but I can’t make out what is said as I listen to my woman.

“I’m on my way now. They just phoned, then I phoned you.”

“I will meet you there, baby. I swear, we will bring her home. I love you, Elsie, and I love those kids. I’m coming, baby. Stay with Una and Adele.”

“I love you too. Please hurry.” I end the call and look to my brothers.

Everyone is standing around waiting for me to explain.

“That cunt Alan broke into the school and kidnapped my daughter and hurt my son,” I growl.

The guys look just as angry as I do, going by their dipped brows and angry snarls.

“Mount up, brothers. One of ours needs us,” Pres calls out.

We mount our bikes and head to the kids’ school. Fuck, they have only been there a few days, but I’m hoping to have them back there in September, after I convince Elsie to stay here with me.

When we arrive at the school, I see four police cars and an ambulance. The back doors are open and I see my woman sitting just inside with Ricky on the stretcher.

“Elsie,” I call out to her.

“Sir, you cannot go any further. This is an active crime scene,” a young cop says firmly, holding his hand up.

I growl at him, baring my teeth in anger. I am ready to snap this fucker’s neck.

“That is my fucking kid in there, fuckface. My daughter is the one who was taken. Now step the fuck aside and let me go to my family.”

“Do you have any ID on you to prove who you are?” he asks in a cocky tone.

“Step the fuck back,” I growl.

“Morris, move away, for crying out loud. I can vouch for Solo. That’s his family. Now let him pass,” the older officer says. He has a history with the club. We helped his daughter out years ago when her ex-boyfriend beat her up.

Morris glares at me but steps back.

I shoulder check him as I pass, and I hear her Pres commanding him to shut the fuck up.

When I reach the ambulance, I step in, and the vehicle rocks from my weight. The female paramedic looks at me with a smile.

“Baby, I’m here.” I pull Elsie to me, gripping her shaking body close.

“He has her, Kane, and he hurt Ricky.” I turn to look at my son, who has red-rimmed eyes and wet cheeks. His arm is in a sling across his body.

“We think he has broken his arm,” the female paramedic says to me. “He’s a hero, Dad. He tried to protect his sister.”

“Daddy, Uncle Alan took Ruthie. I tried to stop him, but he hit me and I fell onto my arm,” Ricky cries and it hurts my heart seeing him so upset.

Hearing this boy call me ‘Daddy’ for the first time is like a zap to my heart. Fucking hell, even though I have made it known thatthey are mine, this is the first time either of them has used the title. And I am fucking honoured to carry it.

Inching forward, keeping Elsie close to me, I rest my hand on the back of his neck and bring my head to meet his.

“I am so fucking proud of you, son. This is not on you. I need you to hear me when I say that, okay? You tried to protect her, but, son, you are ten years old, going against a fully grown man. You did the best you could.”

He nods but keeps quietly crying.

“Did he say anything, Rick?” I ask him.

He shakes his head. “Only that he would be back for me.”

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