Page 103 of Tuck & Roll

“For now. Are you alone? Away from other people?”

“Uh, yeah. Why?” He glanced around and saw that everyone else had filed into church, not paying him any attention. Jackson stuck his head out and raised his brows to ask if he was coming. Darren held up a finger, then pointed at his phone. Jackson nodded and joined the others.

“Because I need you to do something for me.”

“What’s going on, Kylie?” Darren semi-growled.

“Never mind. I’m with Chet and… Ow! Stop doing that!”

Did Chet hit her? Darren gripped his phone tighter. When he got his hands on that son of a bitch, he was going to end him.

“You said my name,” he heard Chet growl.

“As if he doesn’t know who has me.” Darren wished she wouldn’t get so mouthy. Chet was desperate and that would make him unpredictable. The littlest thing could set him off. Kylie’s voice was closer to the phone now. “I need you to go to my office. In the middle drawer of my desk is a green flash drive. I need you to bring that to me. You can’t tell anyone and you have to come alone or he’ll start killing old ladies, starting with the pregnant ones.”

“I’m gonna kill that motherfucker.” Good thing they’d already brought their old ladies and kids to the clubhouse when they found out Kylie was missing.

He heard the phone getting shuffled around on the other end, then Chet said, “You have thirty minutes.” He gave him the address and disconnected the phone before anything else could be said.

Darren shoved his phone in his pocket and took a moment to take a few deep breaths. He needed to center himself and focus on what needed to be done. He should probably tell the brothers about the call, but he was afraid to chance Kylie’s safety.

Checking to make sure he wasn’t being observed, he went back to Kylie’s office and found the green drive they’d tried to get into. He shoved it in his front pocket and went to check to see if the hallway was still clear. No one was around. Good. He stealthily made his way in the opposite direction from everyone else and out the back door. He rounded the building and was swinging a leg over his bike when Tuck’s truck came skidding into the parking lot next to him.

Tuck rolled down his window and asked, “Where are you going? I thought we were going after Kylie.”

Darren climbed off his bike and walked toward Tuck. “Scoot over. I’ll drive. I know where she is.”

“You do? How?”

“I’ll explain on the way. Now scoot over.” He reached for the door handle on the driver’s side. “Better yet, get in the backseat.”

“What?” He realized Tuck was confused, but time wasn’t on their side.

“You want to argue or go get Kylie?”

Tuck hopped out of the driver’s seat and got into the back. Darren put the truck in reverse and headed out, gunning it at the gate as he turned onto the road.

“Now tell me what’s going on.” Tuck leaned forward between the two seats.

“Kylie called from Chet’s phone.”

“She called you? Why didn’t she call me?” Tuck pulled his phone out and saw that he had two missed calls but no voicemails. “Damn it. I’ve got two missed calls from an unknown number, but no voicemails.” He put his phone away. “What did she say when she called?”

“She told me to get her flash drive and bring it to her or he said he’d start killing old ladies, starting with the pregnant ones.”

“What the fuck? Has he lost his mind?” Tuck ran his hand through his hair.

“Worse. He’s desperate. And don’t worry. All the old ladies and kids were brought to the clubhouse once we figured out Kylie was missing.” Darren continued to fill him in as he made a turn.

“So, what’s our plan? We calling in the brothers?”

“No. He said come alone. I’m going in and you’re going to wait in the truck. Give me ten minutes, then follow behind me. Between the two of us, we can take him out for good.” No matter what happened, Chet was not leaving there alive. Darren was over this shit. He was tired of Kylie having to live life looking over her shoulder. She’d never be safe as long as that fucker lived.

“What if he’s not alone? What if he has more Phantoms in there with him?” Tuck asked.

“Then we’ll call in the brothers.”

He turned down the street, looking for the correct house number. He slowed the truck, counting down until he could find the right one.

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