Brick Brick (Knights Corruption MC - Next Generation, #4) - S. Nelson Page 0,66

ground, the sounds of his laden footsteps heavy as he walked across the room.

I had no idea who he was, thankful not to have seen his face. As I lay in a tangled mess on the floor, images of Brick filtered in and I started to cry all over again.

I should’ve listened to him.

I should’ve waited.

Now everything had changed.

I only prayed he’d find me before it was too late, before my life was stolen by men I’d probably never lay eyes on in the light of day.

30

Racing across the lot, spotting Ryder’s Harley parked in front of several other bikes, I shouted for Kaden, spotting him in the garage. I didn’t bother waiting to see if he’d follow, yanking open the door to the clubhouse and almost tripping over my feet in the process.

“What’s goin’ on?” Tripp strode toward me with purpose, his attention bouncing from me to Ryder who was yelling for Prez.

Stone burst from the kitchen, clocking me before his head twisted to watch Ryder rush from room to room. “What’s wrong with him?”

I could barely find the words to tell either of them what happened, not wanting to believe it myself. How the fuck did I let this happen? I should’ve insisted stronger that Zoe stay where she was. I should’ve never left her there to begin with. But how could I have known? I should’ve known. Back and forth my mind pinged, mentally arguing with myself, so lost in thought I didn’t hear Tripp speak again until he shoved my shoulder.

“What?” I barked, every muscle in my body tensing, my adrenaline kicking into overdrive when he and Stone crowded too close to me. “They took ’em,” I finally blurted, hating the sound of each word I spit out. “They fuckin’ took ’em.”

“Took who?” Tripp stared at me, but I barely registered his confusion before Ryder barreled right through us, shoving Stone to the side and yelling in his face.

“Where the fuck is Marek?”

“He’s not here,” our VP responded, surprisingly cooler than I expected. “Do one of you wanna tell us what’s goin’ on?”

“Those bastards have Braylen and Zoe.” Ryder tore at his hair again before linking his fingers behind his head, his eyes glassing over as his chest rose and fell quicker than before. “They have my family.” He was splintering apart right in front of us, his anguish amplifying my own.

“I’ll call Marek,” someone said behind me and because I couldn’t focus on anyone or anything other than trying to figure out a way to retrieve the women unharmed, I didn’t bother to turn around to see who made the offer.

I turned in a circle, attempting to get myself under some semblance of control. Kaden broached the entrance, his tentative steps hurried yet controlled. Tag was by the bar next to Morgan, my cousin watching everything unfold even though she didn’t have a clue as to what was going on. The two of them huddled close, and instead of being pissed about it, I was grateful the prospect kept her busy. Trying to explain the situation to her right now would only compound the unfolding nightmare.

Hawke appeared in the hallway, two men walking behind him I’d never seen before. I moved to approach the group of three, but Tripp stepped in front of me.

“Those are our cousins.” He must’ve seen the look on my face, my wariness of having outsiders here right now. “Ford and Owen. They got here a half hour ago.” I glanced from them to Tripp, my mind blanking as I closed my eyes on an elongated blink. He gripped my shoulder. “We’ll get ’em back.”

“Marek’s on his way,” Jagger announced, stepping into our circle. He must’ve been the one who called him. I had no idea where he came from, my focus scattered and my brain on overdrive, jumbling thoughts and wishes into some sort of mess inside my head.

Ten minutes after I arrived, I heard the roar of engines outside, and soon afterward the door to the clubhouse swung open, Marek, Hawke, Cutter, Trigger, Nash, Miles, and Rez filing in and approaching Ryder. I stopped pacing and joined them; my fists clenched at my sides. Otherwise I’d start throwing whatever I could get my hands on and punching holes in walls I was so furious… and scared.

“Let’s go,” Prez shouted, gesturing toward Chambers. Tripp pulled his cousins aside and had a side conversation, one I didn’t care about because all I wanted to know was what our next move was