Page 43 of Karma
Hanging up, he calls Ky, his hands shaking. “Who’s this?”
“It’s me,” Colt says. “My phone’s dead.”
“What’s wrong?”
“Let Felicity know that Hailey’s coming to your house with Calla and Noah. I need her to stay there with them, and I need you to call everyone and get them to the clubhouse now.”
“He got her, didn’t he?”
Colt can’t answer. He’s bordering on the verge of a psychotic break as it is, and he only mutters, “Mmhmm.”
“Felicity said Lex knew it was going to happen. I’ll get everyone to the clubhouse, and we’re going to get this motherfucker.”
Hanging up, Colt takes a few breaths to settle himself before walking back out to the living room. He feels exactly how Lucas looks, but he has to be the adult. The one kept in check. Freaking out will not help. “You good to ride?”
Lucas nods and follows him outside. Taking the spare helmet, he climbs on behind Colt and holds onto him as Colt does his best not to wreck them. His stomach ties in knots as he does his best to avoid thinking about the worst possible scenarios.
The lot has more motorcycles parked than Colt anticipated when they pull in, and they run into the clubhouse to find almost every person from all three charters waiting.
“Venom made the calls before I did,” Ky says.
“Brock?”
“Phone’s off, so I can’t track Undertaker,” Brock says as a few men part and show him typing at the bar. “I’m sorry, man.”
Lucas stands tall, but his voice cracks as he sounds nasally. “He put her in the trunk of a black four-door Ford with the license plate F-U-Nash-One.”
“If that’s not a fucking message, I don’t know what is,” Venom growls and glares at VP.
Brock’s typing fills the otherwise silent room, and Colt’s hands shake at his sides as he waits. Waits to find out if Brock can locate his wife. Something to lead them to her. He just needs something, anything. How to find her. How to save her.
“I’m trying to find anything on the traffic cams,” he says with a shake of his head.
“He went east on the highway,” Lucas says.
Squeezing his eyes shut, Brock slams his laptop shut. “Fuck!”
“What?” Colt asks.
“He’s heading out of town. There aren’t any cameras to tap into to try to locate her that direction.”
“What the fuck do we do?” Venom asks.
Colt stares at the Chapel. “Those pictures of Lex,” he says and runs it to grab them. “Did we ever find where his shop was? The one with the Lex wallpaper on it? The one that Gerard and Nina found?”
“There’s nothing much to search on from my end. Does anyone recognize it?” Brock asks.
Looking around the room, Colt wills anyone to say it looks like an old abandoned building not far away from them. Right outside of town. Somewhere quick where he can find his wife and save her. “Anyone?”
Everyone shakes their heads, and Colt clenches his fist at his side. What the hell do they do? Drive east on the highway in hopes of catching a car with that plate and pray Phillip doesn’t drive over a cliff with Lex in the trunk?
“The car is too old to have a GPS system in it, so I can’t get into that, either,” Brock says. “It’s a 2002 car registered under the name Chuck Norris. And I never got his number.”
“You have to do something,” Lucas says. “You have to save her. I can’t… I can’t lose her.”
“Buddy—”
“She saved me,” he says, looking right at Colt with tears shining in his eyes. “She saved me when I didn’t think anyone ever would or could. When he stormed into the house, she shielded me. Then she told me to listen to him because she didn’t want him to hurt me. The gun was pointed at her head, and she was worried aboutme.”
