He disconnected and looked to his kids.
“Rush, gun. You know how to use it but don’t touch it unless you think you need it. You and Tab lock up after me, lock up tight. Everything. Doors, windows. You keep your phones on you. You do not make any calls. You do not leave. I’ll have a brother up here as soon as I can.”
“What’s happening?” Rush asked quietly.
“I don’t know. I gotta go down the mountain to find out,” Tack answered.
“Is Tyra okay?” Tabby asked, her voice shaking.
“She will be,” Tack answered.
That said nothing but said it all. He knew it when Tabby blanched and Rush flinched.
And he hated it.
Tack walked to his kids, grabbing Tabby behind her head first. He pulled her in and kissed the top. He repeated this with his son.
Then he walked through them to the door.
He turned at it and announced, “I’ll bring her home.”
Rush had his arm around Tab and he’d pulled her close.
He nodded.
His son was a good kid.
Tabby whimpered.
His daughter felt deep.
“Love you both,” he told them, his voice rougher than normal.
“Love you too, Dad,” Tabby whispered.
“Love you, Dad.” Rush’s voice was gruff.
Tack took off.
* * * * *
Forty-five minutes later, Chaos Compound, Denver…
Tack stood by the bar in the Compound, watched Hound hit a button on the phone and his brother’s eyes come to him.
“Pope in Boulder and his boys are on their bikes.”
Tack nodded.
That was the last one. He’d called in all his markers. Every single one.
The door opened and Tack’s eyes cut to it to see Brock “Slim” Lucas and Mitch Lawson coming through the door.
He felt Hound get close to his back but he didn’t move and he didn’t much like the looks both men were wearing.
“My guess, you know shit’s gone down,” Tack stated as they stopped in front of him.
He got chin lifts then Lucas’s gaze shot to Hound and back to Tack. “Your boys out?”