Page 96 of Surrender
There was yelling.
Screaming.
Chaos exploded around me as the world began to spin, like I was on one of those spinning things at the playground.
But it was going too fast.
I couldn’t get off.
And just when I thought it was about to stop.
Everything went black.
Chapter Thirty-Four
BLUE
“Gone?” I echoed, unsure I’d heard my brother right. “The hell happened?”
“Rafe was picking her up out front,” Hawk said, his jaw tight, cracking his knuckles like he was ready to start swinging. “A few minutes later, someone came into the station and reported a carjacking at the lights around the corner. Their phones were thrown out the window.”
I felt fucking sick.
We were sitting in the parking lot behind the police station.
I’d just been released and was ready to put this nightmare behind me and start making a plan to bring Carrington down. To get some kind of justice for Roxie. She didn’t deserve to go out like that, and I think her death would sit on my chest forever. I should have had her back, but instead, she got dragged into a mess she never fucking made.
My mess.
A mess that’d just gotten a hell of a lot bigger.
“Carrington snapped,” I muttered, shifting my weight. I needed to move, to punch something. “If I thought he was pissed before, Dane said once he saw the video of Darcy and me at the bar, it was like the little bit of control he was holding onto went out the window.”
“And let’s not forget how many girls seem to have disappeared at this point,” Match noted, leaning against one of the building pillars. “They try to break up with him. He loses it. They vanish. The bonus we have right now is Rafe. So we need to move quickly.”
Bishop nodded. “Yeah, before Carrington realizes just whatRafe will do to keep Darcy alive.”
“Any ideas?” Hawk asked, his eyes shifting around the group.
Whip stepped forward, thumbs flying across his cell phone screen. “His mom has a place around here,” he explained without looking up. “He might go to her to hide out. Or she might know where he would run if he needed to lay low.”
I wasted no time throwing my leg over my ride, mentally thanking my brothers for bringing it down here for me to ride home. Because right now, getting in a fucking car wasn’t gonna cut it.
I needed the road.
The wind.
The rev of my engine to drown out the rage screaming in my mind.
Carrington was not prepared to face this part of me. The part that had lost the woman he loved once before, and wasn’t about to let anyone fucking take her from me again. Darcy was my past, she was finally my present, and there was no doubt in my mind that she would be my future. There was nothing else I could see so fucking clearly.
“Let’s go!” Bishop called over the roar of our engines, and as he pulled out of the lot, we fell in behind him, cruising through the streets of Detroit as a club—a family.
We made the thirty-minute trip across the city to Grosse Pointe in under twenty minutes. The streets were lined with multi-million-dollar homes. Some that looked like miniature versions of the White House. They were old, but not in the run-down kind of way, but more in the antique kind of way. They don’t fucking touch anything because it will cost your life savings to replace, kind of fucking way.
And of course, when Bishop pulled up to a large ten-foot steel gate with a damn castle on the other side, I wasn’t even surprised.
We lined our rides up in front of the gate and cut the engines.
