Page 103 of Liberate Us

My eyes widened. “What the hell does that mean?”

“It means that if you don’t get your ass in a car in the nexttwo point five seconds, your mom dying will be the least of your concern.” Theclick sounded in my ear, pulling a hard huff from my lips.

“We have to go,” I said to no one specific person.

“Here.” Sammy grabbed my hand and placed a set of keys in it,curling my fingers around them. “You can drive but you’re not going alone.”

His tone left no room for argument, so all I could do was complyand pray that we would all make it out of this.

Alive.

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(Sammy)

Amberwas calm. Not a lot scared me but the fact that she wasn’t trembling or thather sobs and tears had completely dried up, terrified me. But whatever sheneeded and for however long she needed it for, I would be there. For her andour babies. No matter the cost.

She had to go to wherever Will was, but I meant what I told herwhen I said that I wouldn’t be far behind her. I knew that she needed to be insome sort of control of the situation. After everything she had been through atthe hands of her late husband, his brother, Will, and every other fucker sheknew, she was the strongest person I’d ever met.

While she drove ahead of us, we stayed right behind her.Accompanied by every other biker in the area. When she had slipped out ofearshot, Jaron received a call from Tiny, letting us know that they were on theway to us.

“This shit with Will ends now,” Tiny growled through the speakerof the phone. “I’m sick of his tantrums and him acting like a fucking child. Itends. Tonight.”

None of us argued with him, knowing we would need all of thebackup we could get.

Glancing behind us, I saw lights gaining up on us. I prayed thatit was Tiny, his crew, and every other chapter on this side of the country. Hewas right. This shit would end tonight.

I may have been the Enforcer, but I couldn’t do this on my own.Neither could Amber. As soon as she showed up at Will’s, he was going to doeverything he could to make her stay with him. I wasn’t sure if she wasprepared for that or not, but I knew that I wasn’t. Add to the fact thatsomehow, he was working with Price. None of this made any damn sense.

For the first time in a long time, I drove while Cyrus sat inthe passenger seat beside me. Cheesy and Locke were with Amber. I didn’t trusta whole lot of people but I trusted those two with my life. She had insisted ondriving alone but I refused. I knew that if it got caught on camera that I wasin the same car as her, it wouldn’t go well. Will didn’t know Cheesy or Locke,so it would have to do.

Amber drove in the car in front of us that Cheesy had lent her.This wasn’t going to go down how any of us planned. But I would be there topick up Amber’s pieces because everything in me told me that her mother was nolonger alive. I also knew that she wouldn’t have had an easy death. If Pricewas involved, even though he usually went for the younger women, most wereconsidered just girls in fact, because we were involved, he would rip her momapart.

Literally.

I tried preparing Amber for what she could walk in on, but itdidn’t work. She kept muttering how her mom was still alive when we both knewthat she likely wasn’t.

I had seen shit. Been around the worst kind of people. WhenJaron and Piper’s daughter was taken from them, I wasn’t sure if it could getany worse. But it could. It could always get worse. Just in different kinds of ways.

If I had it my way, I would have taken Amber out of town anddriven us to my parents’ cottage that was in the middle of nowhere. It was oneof the safe houses that the club used from time to time and was constantlybeing looked after. Just Cyrus and I didn’t go often because it hurt too much.Even though we were kids the last time we were there, the memories were raw andfresh in our minds as the walls bled with the tears from our past.

“This isn’t going to end well,” Cyrus said, puffing on a smoke. Hehad quit and I realized then that he only smoked now whenever he was stressed.

I was on my third smoke in a matter of minutes. It was my onlyvice. Chain-smoking. It was a habit I couldn’t break, just like the woman I hadfallen in love with.

“It has to,” I said. It was all I could say even though I didn’tbelieve those words myself.

“You honestly think she’s going to be able to show up and Will’sgoing to welcome her with open arms? This is a fucked-up idea and one thatdoesn’t make a whole lick of sense at all.” Cyrus butted the smoke out in theashtray in the console before lighting up another one.

“Amber needs to make sure her mom is actually gone.” Even thoughI said those words, I felt like I was using her as bait.

“She’s not bait. We can’t do it this way,” Cyrus muttered,taking the thought out of my head.

“Then why the hell didn’t you say something back at theclubhouse?” I threw at him.

He grunted. “We should be doing thisforher. She shouldbe at home, in your bed.”

“I agree but I couldn’t get through to her. The only way I couldhave gotten her to stay home was if I tied her up and we both know, thatwouldn’t end well. She’s already stressed, and I didn’t want to cause any morewhen her and the babies have already been through so much.”

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