Page 102 of Rafe: Sins of the Father

“Boat would be faster,” Bev says, then nods to the windows overlooking the dock. “We’ve got that Sun Tracker pontoon out there. I could give you a ride there, but it only holds ten. That means me driving, the girl you’re picking up, and eight of you guys.”

“You’d do that for us?” my father asks.

“Sure. You got a girl to save, and this one here”—she points to me— “won’t let me call the police.”

My father reaches across the bar, takes Bev’s face in his hands and kisses her on the mouth. “You’re an angel, darlin’.”

She blushes and turns to grab the keys. “I need a couple of you to help me take off the cover.” She looks at the waitress. “Take care of the place, Wendy.”

“You got it, boss.”

“Who’s going, Prez?” Crash asks Cole.

“You, me, Wolf, Rafe, Kyle, TJ, Billy, and Marcus.” The rest of you stay here with Fiona.”

“I’m going, too,” I protest. “I know the house.”

“Absolutely not,” my father barks. “I’m not putting you in danger again.”

Rafe pulls the satellite image of the house up and turns the screen toward me. “That the place?”

“Yes. They had us in the upstairs guest bedroom. There are security sensors on every door and window.”

“Fuck those,” Cole says. “We go in, we’re goin’ in hot and quick.”

“Who the fuck’s house is this?” Kyle asks, leaning to look at it.

“Tori said she saw a wedding picture on the mantle. Said the bride resembled Connor. She thought the house might belong to his sister, but they weren’t home,” I say.

Cole lifts his chin. “TJ, Billy, and Marcus. You three go help with that cover.”

They jog toward the dock after Bev, and Rafe starts to head that way, but I grab his arm. “Rafe, wait. I need to talk to you.” I pull him from the others.

“What is it, Fiona? I’ve got to get on that pontoon boat. Every second counts.” He dips his head, staring into my eyes.

“It’s about Tori.”

That has him frowning. “What about her? She’s okay, right? They didn’t hurt her?” His eyes sweep over me. “They didn’t hurt you, did they?” He cups my bruised face.

“Just the hit to the face when I tried to escape.” I look toward the dock, knowing I only have seconds. “Rafe, there’s no time to break this to you the right way, so I’m just gonna say it. I think Tori’s pregnant. If she is, she said it's yours. You’re the only one she’s been with. I wouldn’t tell you normally without being sure first, but considering the situation and the danger she’s in… Oh, Rafe, you have to get her out of there.”

He looks stunned for a minute, and his chin pulls to the side. “Pregnant? She told you that?”

“No, but she was throwing up, and when I asked if she were possibly pregnant, she had that stupid look on her face women get when they’re trying to remember the last time they had their period, and they realize they’re late.”

“Holy fuck,” he whispers.

A sharp whistle splits the air, and we both turn to see our father motioning Rafe to come on.

“I’ve got to go, Fiona,” my brother says, grabbing my arms and kissing my forehead.

“Be careful,” I call after him, but then he and my father are out the door.

Red Dog, Green, Shane, Jake, and Reckless are still here, and the waitress is serving up drinks at the bar.

I drop my head and say a prayer that they find Tori and bring her back to us.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

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