Page 134 of Menace

Fuck.

“Bas and your cousins are on their trail. He said to tell you to look after your old lady while they find your son.” Rider said quietly.

If the fucker harmed his son the way they had harmed his mother…

Every time he closed his eyes he saw her crumpling into his arms, those beautiful eyes of hers closing. That’s why he kept his eyes open, wide fucking open. He didn’t want to see it again.

There was a quiet commotion at the door and looking over saw old ladies arriving to be with their men as they waited for news.

He appreciated it but all he wanted was for Harper to get through the surgery and then he would join his cousins and find his son. Nothing else mattered. Nothing.

He sat in the uncomfortable chair, his knee bouncing uncontrollably. Ren and Shelly came to sit on one side of him, Rider with Bollywood and Asa on his other side. Bates sat across from him, Harper’s blood all over him. The brother looked worried and that made Lucky’s gut clench.

What if he lost his woman?

She had two serious knife wounds and was in surgery to repair internal bleeding.

How the fuck would he go on without her?

Rider sharp elbow punched into his side. “Brother, don’t go there,” he said quietly “we don’t know anything yet. We need to send out positive thoughts to our girl, she needs us to believe in her now. She’s a survivor, she’ll get through this.”

“I can’t lose her, brother.” Lucky said softly. “Won’t survive it.”

A vicious punch to his upper arm had him rocking to the side.

“Don’t you fucking go there, asshole. No negative shit here, only positive.” Rider bit out.

Lucky rubbed his upper arm and growled. “I’m so gettin’ you back for that you fucker.”

“Ja, ja(Yes, yes), I’ll be waiting, asshole.” He scoffed as if thoroughly bored, making Lucky smile.

Two hours passed, the pigs came by asking questions but Ren kept them away from him. The brother gave them the bare minimum. He explained that Harper had been kidnapped by her crazy brother and that he had hurt her. They rescued her and brought her into the hospital. He promised they would give their statements later. Thank fuck they had some pull with one of the detectives and had time to get their stories straight.

Maybe with the involvement of Cole Conrad things might be smoothed over even quicker.

It was as if thinking his name made the FBI appear.

Lucky recognised the older man walking into the waiting room immediately, and not just because he was wearing an FBI jacket.

He knew him, it was Remy’s ex-boss, Paul Marchand.

He came straight to Lucky and he stood to greet him, shaking his hand as his brothers grumbled and mumbled all around him. Not liking the fact that an agent of the FBI was here or that he knew Lucky.

“Lucky, so sorry we’re meeting under such dire circumstances. I’ve spoken to Cole and he gave me a brief report on what went down. I’m sorry your woman got caught up in the mess. I came by to check on Ms Delaney and to thank you for saving one of mine. Thank you.” Paul said.

Lucky shrugged then frowned. “It was nothin’, but I thought he was DEA.”

Paul nodded. “He is, but he’s currently assigned to a taskforce I’m heading up. He actually took over from Remy, that’s how long we’ve been working this case.”

“Did you get the bastards? They snatched Lucky’s son.” Rider, who had been listening intently, asked.

By the look on Paul’s face Lucky knew the fuckers got away.

“We arrested several members of Los Rojos but the ones we really wanted escaped. Carlos Mendez, Jorge Mendez and Pablo Mendez managed to get away. We’re not sure how they escaped the net we had around the estate but I’m looking into it. I have several teams out looking for them. If I hear anything about your son I will let you know immediately.”

The fact they escaped the FBI’s net did not sound good, not good at all.

“There’s just one more thing I need clarity on. We found the bodies of two members of the Grave Robbers MC on the premises. They’ve been identified as Franklin “Killer” Ross and Harold “Scurvy” West. Do you have any knowledge of their involvement with Los Rojos?” He watched them closely as he gave them the names.

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