Page 69 of Up in a Blaze
Sawyer too.
He was just a kid, and Henri was my damn world.
Sawyer meant something to Henri, so of fucking course he’d go with him. He’d probably jumped into the van right after the kid. Didn’t want Sawyer to deal with anything on his own.
I couldn’t blame him for doing it. I would have done the same. We were both protectors.
But goddamn motherfucking hell, this terror coating my insides was gonna end me. I was gonna lose myself, and the only way to stop that was to have Henri in my arms. To have his scent clogging my senses. To have his words calming me.
But he’d been taken.
And since Sawyer meant something to Henri, he did to me too.
Both had been snatched.
Fuck me.
Fuckin’ hell.
I wanted to spew.
No one knew where they were. They’d lost the goddamn van. How the hell did they lose it?
Crouching, I dropped my head and inhaled deeply through my nose.
Henri’s smiling face flashed through my mind.
Another flash, but worse, and it was of Henri with blood coating him.
“Brother.”
I stood, pulling my upper lip back and snarling over my shoulder. “Fuck off.”
Torch moved into my space anyway. “I know what you’re feelin’.” Yeah, but when Wrenley got taken, at least he’d been with her. “You wanna leave, I’ll back you all the fuckin’ way and come with you. But, like I said, Tech reckons the cunts that took them are headed here. To the boat we’re waitin’ on.”
“Tech’s not certain,” I bit out. I needed him to be sure, because if I stood around wasting time where I could have been looking for Henri, then I’d lose my shit in a worse kind of way.
“Brother, Tech wouldn’t fuck around when Henri’s at stake. He knows Henri means everythin’ to you. Just wait a bit longer. The boat will port in the next few.”
Fuck.
Christ!
Wait. Wait. Wait.
My gaze landed on Quake talking with Loyal, who was glaring at the ground and gripping the top of his head. Maybe he was feeling like I was since Sawyer had been taken and Loyal had a thing for the kid.
I would’ve talked with him, but I couldn’t fucking offer anything when I was a jittery and stressed-out mess myself. Thank fuck, he at least had Quake.
I stared back at Torch. “Henri better be fuckin’ coming this way,” I warned and started pacing again.
“Yo” I heard from down the other end of the container. Country and the other brothers had arrived. Just in time.
Maybe I could slip away, get to a computer, and?—
“Blaze,” Tech called as he approached, waving his iPad around. “The van with the same plate just got pinged on a camera close by. They’ve got to be comin’ here.”
Stopping, I demanded, “You’re certain?”
