Evan tried to step in.
Mitch’s brother-in-law tried to step in with the Russian mob.
He was roughed up but okay.
He could have been killed.
And my cousin put him in that position.
I continued to stare at Brock.
“Let’s get you to a couch,” he said softly, moving toward me but I took a step back, detaching from the arm I saw now was Gwen’s. I also lifted my hand, palm up to Brock who stopped when I moved.
“Tell me what’s happening to get them back,” I demanded.
Brock didn’t delay with his answer. “Tack’s mobilized his boys, Delgado his and Mitch is mobilizing the DPD. The call is also out to the Nightingale men.”
“And this means?” I pressed.
“This means Tack needs to brief me, he needs to get on his bike, I need to get to Mitch and we need to get them back,” Brock replied.
“Then do that,” I ordered. “Now.”
He jerked up his chin then Brock and Tack moved. Tack stared into my eyes as he passed me. Brock grabbed my hand and gave it a quick squeeze when he did. They walked swiftly through the biker rec room and disappeared behind a door.
I stared at the door.
“Breathe, honey,” Gwen whispered at my side.
“They’ve got my kids,” I whispered back.
“Honey –” she started but I interrupted her.
“The Russian mob has my kids.”
Her arm slid around my waist again then went tight. LaTanya took my hand again and hers went tight.
I stood still and staring at the doors Brock and Tack disappeared behind.
Bill.
Fucking with me, he f**ked his kids. Fucking up his life, he f**ked up his kids’.
Bill.
Bill!
I tried to protect them.
And I failed.
The Russian mob had my kids.
I tugged my hand free from LaTanya’s and lifted both. Sliding my fingers into my hair, I pressed my palms to my forehead.
“They hurt them, I’ll kill them,” I whispered to the floor.
“Let’s sit down,” I heard Elvira suggest.