Page 6 of Lake's Legacy

“Open the hood,” Abra calls out. I do as he asks before restoring the items to her purse.

Where the fuck is she?

“Pirate, we found her car,” Hex says, giving him the location before putting the phone on speaker.

“Okay, hold on, let me find the nearest traffic cam. Okay, I got it. It’s on the corner. Let me see if it caught anything.”

I glance down the street and spot the location. It’s more than 200 feet away, so the chances of it catching anything we can use are minimal.

While waiting for Pirate to work his magic, Abra examines the engine.

“Someone fucked with her car,” he says. “They knicked her radiator hose. Probably at the hospital. She’d get this far before the car died on her.”

“Okay, got you. I can spot you on the camera, but barely. I’m rolling back the feed. Okay, here, I see where Olivia pulled over. Asshole.” Pirate mutters.

“What? What happened?”

“Nothing. It looked like the car had lost power, so she pulled over to the side of the road. Some jerk had been riding her tail and flipped her off when he went past. Okay. I can see her moving in the car. She opened the door and got out. I think something spooked her. She took off running across the street. Damn, she’s out of sight. I’ll have to see if I can find her. Wait.”

I growl. I don’t want to fucking wait. I’m fucking tired of waiting. All I want to do is find Olivia and ensure she’s okay.

“A van pulled behind her car, and two guys exited. At least, I think they’re guys. I can’t get a good look at them. Fuck, they took off after her.”

CHAPTER FOUR: OLIVIA

“Oh shit, oh no,” I mutter as I dart off the sidewalk and plaster my back to the side of the nearest building. Abigail’s story and recalling how they found Talia’s car broken down on the roadside sends me a chill. Are there men out there driving around and stopping at broken-down vehicles on the off-chance they find a woman they can grab?

Unwilling to make it easy for them, I slide over to a nearby hedge and duck down behind it. I watch the men open my car door. One searches my car before slamming the door shut. He pounds his fist into his hand in frustration. Both men look up and down the street before looking directly at me.

“Fuck. Just go away. Get into your van and drive off,” I pray. But they don’t listen. They continue to stare in my direction. Can they see me?

I glance down to see I'm in black slacks and a dark grey sweater. They shouldn’t be able to see me in the shadows, but my heart speeds up when they walk towards me. I get a good look at them when they pass under a streetlamp. They’re both wearing scrubs. Maybe they’re from the hospital and stopped when they spotted the car? They could just be Good Samaritans, or perhaps they recognized my car. But then I realize they aren’t just wearing scrubs but also surgical caps and masks as if goinginto surgery. Surgeons don’t normally wear these outside the theater. They’ve covered their faces and hair. They’re wearing these things to hide their identities. And they’re headed straight for me.

I’m shaking. My reflexes scream to run, but I know I can’t outrun them. Besides, I don’t know where to run to. I see no hiding place or anyone who can help me. I consider running for the next street, but I'd be easy prey if it is as deserted as this one. I think of screaming, but will anyone care enough to come to my aid?

The two men stop several yards from where I’m hiding. They glance up and down the street.

“Where the fuck did she go? You think someone picked her up?”

“Who?”

“How the fuck would I know. They said she had a brother. Maybe she called him, and he picked her up.”

“How the fuck could she have called him? We made sure she didn’t have her phone.”

I don’t recognize their voices. They have southern accents, but not from Louisiana. Maybe Mississippi or Georgia? They seem to know about me, but I haven’t met them. Maybe they work at the hospital? It would explain how they got ahold of the scrubs. They took my phone and know about my brother, so odds are they work at the hospital.

“Let’s get back in the van and drive around. Maybe she walked back to the hospital, but we missed her.”

I stay hidden behind the shrub, even as they drive off. I’m reluctant to give up my hiding place. What if they come back? There is no guarantee that I can find another place to hide. However, do I want to stay here all night? Levi must be worried. He’d know I was overdue. He’ll probably come looking for me, especially after Lake and the others return. So, I know they’ll besearching for me, but how long do I have to wait? Will they be able to find me?

I hear only silence, although I’m hoping for the roar of motorcycles. I leave my hiding place reluctantly. Staying in the shadows of the buildings and away from the streetlamps, I move away from my car. I’m only a few yards from the next street when I hear a sound that fills me with hope—the roar of a motorcycle, but not just one, several. The sound echoes off the buildings, making it hard for me to pinpoint their location.

If the riders are the Demon Dawgs, they’ll look for my car. As I turn to go back, the engines cut off. I can see my car, but I don’t see them. Where are they? Maybe it wasn’t them. Another club?

I’m standing on the sidewalk when the sound of a motor cuts through the silence. I see the white van pull behind my car. Shit! Shit! Shit! Do I move or stay still? I hope they don’t look this way. If I move, they may see the movement and come to investigate. Holding my breath, I watch in relief as the van pulls out and continues down the street. Knowing I must stay out of sight, I return to the shadows. That’s when I hear several engines rev. Motorcycles. Could it be?

Staying next to the building, I wait and pray. Relief floods through me when five motorcycles circle my car. I recognize the one who jumps off his bike first and opens my door. Lake. I’d recognize that man anywhere. How could I not? Whenever he enters a room, my eyes go to him. The Demon Dawg members are all exceptionally hot, but Lake is not only hot; he’s exotic with his Native American heritage. He wears his long black hair loose. His skin is a rare reddish-copper color that glows like polished wood. His dark brown eyes carry the wildness of his ancestry. It’s easy to picture him shirtless, wearing deerskin leggings, and riding a horse. He’s a fantasy come to life.

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