Brick's Fight (Infernal Sons MC #5) - Carol Dawn Page 0,1
the vibration of my phone.
“Yeah,” I answer, not checking the color ID.
“They found her, Brick. They fucking found her.”
“I’m on my way.”
I go to Thea’s sleeping body and kiss her forehead. On my way out to my bike, I give Trigger a ring telling him that I have something to do and will be back as soon as I can.
She’s been missing six months now. I can only imagine the shit she’s had to endure. I know as soon as I find out the details, I’ll be ready to rain down hellfire.
They made a mistake.
And now, they’ll pay.
It takes me less than ten minutes to make it to Coach’s house. He’s already in his truck waiting.
“Get the fuck in, Brick,” he says. “She’s already at the hospital.”
I park my bike and jump in his truck.
“I was just at the hospital,” I tell him. “I could have already been there with her, man.”
Five months ago, Coach handed me a picture and asked me to help find his daughter. I had never seen her before, but the very second he handed me her picture, I’m pretty sure I fell in love.
Her name is Jessalyn. She has long wavy brown hair that I can’t wait to run my fingers through, blue eyes that I know I’m going to get lost in, and curves that I can’t wait to trace. But the best part of all is her smile. Her eyes are swimming with joy. Her smile is calling all the shots with the help of those perfectly placed dimples.
I’m in love with a woman I’ve never met.
“Son, you hear me?”
“Sorry, sir, my mind was wandering,” I admit.
Coach chuckles. “I said, thank you for not giving up.”
I glance over at Coach and watch as he fights his emotions.
“The thought never even crossed my mind, sir. But I’m not the one who found her.”
“I know,” he says. “You’ve exhausted yourself trying to find my daughter. You’ve distanced yourself from your family. That needs to change, son.”
He’s right. I’ve distanced myself from anyone in my life who could get hurt if things turn back on me. Most importantly, my parents and my club. I was so afraid that whoever took Jessa wouldn’t like me searching for her. I distanced myself for my family’s protection.
“I know,” I admit. “I’ll fix it.”
We arrive at the hospital and rush inside.
“Jessalyn Grace Miller,” Coach says.
The receptionist checks her computer.
“She’s with the doctor now,” she tells us. “There are chairs outside of her room, two-sixteen. Just wait there until the doctor finishes.”
“Thank you, darlin’,” I say, turning and following Coach.
We don’t say anything as we find the room and sit in the chairs outside the door. I don’t know how long we sit there before a man walks out of the room.
“Mr. Miller?”
“Yeah,” Coach answers. “How is she?”
The doctor glances at me before looking back at coach.
“I’m afraid I can only discuss this with family,” he says.
“We are her family,” he answers, tartly. “I’m her father, and Brick here is her husband. Now, tell me what the fuck happened to my daughter.”
I try not to let the surprise show on my face at Coach’s comment.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Miller,” the doctor says. “Your daughter has been through a pretty traumatic ordeal,” he starts. “She’s malnourished and dehydrated. She’s had significant weight loss and is extremely sleep deprived. She has an acute sensitivity to light and chronic vocal fatigue. What that means is that she screamed for so long that her vocal cords were damaged. She can talk, but barely.”
“Jesus,” Coach rubs his hand down his face.
“What else?” I ask because I can tell that he hasn’t told us the worst part yet.
The doctor takes a deep breath.
“When she first came in, we noticed several injection marks on her arms,” the doc says. “We ran a tox screen, and it shows that she has small traces of heroin in her system. However, with the number of injection marks on her body, I would say that somebody injected her with the drug several dozen times.”
“Those mother fucking bastards.”
I agree with Coach. When I get my hands on whoever did this to my woman, they’re fucking dead.
“Are you saying they got her addicted?” Coach asks.
“Based on what she tells me, they would inject her daily for about a week then give her nothing for a week. Her body went through shock each time she went cold turkey. That alone was enough to kill her. She’s a very strong woman.”
“Was she raped?” I ask the question