Page 52 of Bear (Rebel Saints MC 6)

Chapter Nineteen: Missing In Action

Bear

My cell phone rang, distracting me from my racing heart. I answered it on the first ring, “Bear,” I barked without looking at the caller ID.

“Bear, it’s Smoke, big guy. We know what’s going on. Angie just called us, and we have your back. I know how much Delphia means to you, whether you say it or not.” Smoke paused for a minute. “Just breathe, big guy. Just breathe.”

I was losing it, I could feel my common sense slipping away. That’s how much I cared about Delphia.

He went on, “We called the taxi services here through our networks and we got a taxi that took a lady to the train station early in the morning. The guy said she was interested in going to Cutover… and the Greyhound left from there about half an hour after. If you roll to the train station, you can confirm it,” Smoke relayed quickly.

The guys were waiting to hear my next commands.

I relayed the information Smoke just gave me.

“Good idea. Lead out, Bear,” Keys said as the other guys saluted and waited for me to take the lead.

Cranking my engine, I rode out hard with a clear determination to find Delphia, if we could catch that slow-moving Greyhound she was on, we would be able to find her in time.

Arriving at the bus depot a few minutes later, I strode over the customer service desk. “Hi Ma’am. I’m wanting to check on the buses that left for Cutover this morning. Do you happen to know when the first one rolled out?” I read the lady’s name tag and it said Shirley.

She looked like she was part of the furniture and had been working here a long time. Her cheeks were a little flushed from the appearance of the six bikers as she nervously chuckled a little. “Sure, I can help with that. Are you picking somebody up along the way?” she asked sweetly.

“You could say that.” Impatiently held my neck as Tank cupped my shoulder in support.

Shirley frowned at her screen for a couple of minutes.

As the minutes ticked by, my pulse started to ramp up.

She finally hummed with a nod and said, “I can see there’s one that left early this morning and they would be pretty close to Cutover right now. The bus left at butt-crack dawn, around four?” Shirley laughed at her own joke and saw that I didn’t find it that funny and fingered her blonde curls.

“Thank you, arrival time?” I didn’t have time for small talk with her.

Shirley peered at her screen and hummed again, “Umm, I would say in another hour or so. The driver is running on time.”

I thanked Shirley, marching back to my bike as I stood in the middle of the six men. “She’s close to Cutover. We don’t have much time.” I was a breathless man on a mission.

“Let’s rock and roll, Bear,” Tank commanded.

I nodded, leading the guys out as safely as I could without getting busted by the Holbeck police for speeding. As I rode, the conclusion became obvious. Delphia had grown on me over time. With my every visit to Holbeck Gas, we planted a seed of our lives together. It might have been a slow burn process, but we’d gotten there. I’d found out that I literally couldn’t breathe without her in my life.

The throbbing motor of my Harley and the cool breeze over my beard kept me alert enough to direct the crew. We rode on a major highway, snaking in and out of the traffic like road racers. I accelerated hard when I had to and paced the speed when I saw cops in my eyeline.

On the ride to Cutover, I saw another rider and my hackles went up. This rider was familiar to me and I couldn’t place why. As I drew near to him, I saw his bulk.

Rocky.

I could tell by his hulking side profile and the shape of his chin. He was two lanes clear from us. I pointed to the guys via sign language, expecting my crew to understand. They knew me well enough that they would put the puzzle pieces together.

I honked my horn to accentuate the loud circus of our bikes.

The rider who I knew to be Rocky looked back at us. A showdown was about to occur on a major highway.

Rocky was trying to hunt down Delphia like the predator he was and I wanted to splatter him all over this road.

Three sets of cars were in the way and one of my guys was already cutting across the lane to him.

Fury boiled in my veins, I wanted Rocky’s head. I wanted him dead and buried with a skull lying on top of his grave as my reward. I signaled hard to merge right.

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