Page 261 of Beyond the Blue Horizon
“There was a reason we were drawn here. She needs you, Theo. End this for her.”
“I will,” I promised.
I went running from the room, dialing Silas as I pounded down the stairs.
“Theo?” he answered.
“Tell me that Volvo has a tracker on it.”
“It does.” I could already hear him moving, instinct telling him to get ready to dive into action.
“Text me the location, then get on your bike and meet me there. He has my girl.”
There was no question Toga wanted what was in that bag. It was the one thing that made me certain she was still alive. He wouldn’t end her before he had his hands on what he was looking for.
“Fuck, man,” Silas wheezed. Metal groaned and clanked in the background as one of his massive garage doors rolled up, his breaths going haggard. “It’s up on the south end of town…Dusty Springs Motel.”
“Meet me and my crew there.”
“I’m on my way, brother.”
I hit the bottom landing and went directly for Finn who was swaying in front of the Christmas tree. His big blue eyes were wild with uncertainty, clearly not immune to the distress that raged.
Kneeling, I took his face in my hands and brushed both my thumbs over his chubby cheeks. “I’ll be back, little man. I just have to get your mommy.”
And I wasn’t coming back without her.
Then I was running out the door and jumping onto my bike that I left out front, dialing Cash as I did. “Piper’s car is at Dusty Springs Motel. You and Otto get there. Silas is bringing backup.”
“Motherfucker,” he spat as he revved the throttle of his bike.
“It’s time,” I told him.
Except it was no longer about retribution.
It was only about saving Piper.
FIFTY-TWO
PIPER
“How the fuckdid you end up here with him?” A knife was pressed to the pulse point on the side of my neck. Pushed up far under my jaw. I could feel the heavy, panicked throb of my blood expand against the sharp tip with each desperate beat of my heart.
My hands were bound behind me where I sat on a hard wooden chair in the middle of a dingy motel room.
My ankles tied to the legs.
Fear clotted every cell of my body.
My skin slicked with sweat and my spirit weeping.
“Tell me!” Justin snarled.
He’d aged and not in a good way.
Haggard lines carved into his face and his muscles wasted.
“I told you, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I wheezed the garbled plea.
