to keep you. But you’ve got yourself some impressive friends. Which is ironic, because without them, you might’ve lived a long life—with me.”
I narrowed my brows. “As horrifying as that prospect is, I’d much prefer death.”
Kitsch smiled. “Well, I’ll be able to oblige you on that.” He glanced to the goon, who took his gun out of the shoulder holster. Then back to me. “Goodbye, Ms. Edwards.”Despair crawled up my throat as Harriet’s words echoed through my brain.
“Grief is a funny thing, sweet girl,” she said. “It is about the worst thing a human can feel but it springs from the very best thing we feel...love.”
I thought about what I was leaving behind, which was ironically so much more than it ever could’ve been had I not witnessed the murder in the first place.
Life worked in mysterious ways, apparently.
Death, on the other hand, didn’t. Death was simple. And it was staring me in the face. I stared at the barrel of the gun and my last thoughts were of Duke.
Duke’s very blood felt like acid, coursing through his body, melting, cell by cell.
He’d arrived at the Sons of Templar compound around the same time as the rest of the team, right about the time that most of the bikers had just set out on a rescue mission.
A fucking rescue mission.
For Anastasia.
Duke had been driving for almost an entire day. He hadn’t slept, had barely eaten. He’d sped through the fucking interstate and somehow managed not to run into a cop. He’d wasted too much time when he’d woken up to the empty bed, hadn’t trusted the pit in the bottom of his stomach, the fear. He’d convinced himself that Anastasia had crept out to make coffee, maybe to have breakfast with his mother and grandmother. He told himself not to panic, even when his phone was missing from the nightstand.
He’d damn near sprinted to the homestead.
His mother’s SUV was not parked out front.
The pit of Duke’s stomach dropped further. And he knew it then, that Anastasia was gone. It took him too fuckin’ long to look all over the ranch, even with his father, brother and mother there. They didn’t ask questions, likely because of Duke’s demeanor. He knew he scared his mother, but he couldn’t help it. He had to turn everything off, had to prepare himself for finding the woman he loved dead.
There was no relief when they didn’t find her, especially when he realized what she’d done, who she’d done it with.
Rosie was the only one brave enough and stupid enough to pull this shit off. Duke had offered his family little to no explanation, banned his father and brother from coming with him.
Or he thought he had.
Until, after he pulled out from the ranch, a truck came up behind him, kept pace with him for the entire drive.
He’d planned on slashing their tires at the first gas station. But his father had approached him first. “Anastasia is family, son,” he said, putting a hand on his shoulder. “You’re my son. And I’ll be damned if I let you do this alone. We’re getting our girl back. No arguments.”
“Tanner needs to be with Maggie, his kid,” he said to his father.
“I need my kid to have an aunt and uncle,” Tanner said from behind him. “I’m not lettin’ you fight this battle alone, brother.”
Fighting wasted time. So instead he got in the truck. His father and Tanner did the same.
Neither of them said a word when they arrived at the Sons’ compound. They just followed his lead.
Killian was the first one they’d seen. Duke was surprised that the man was not out on the mission, but seeing Lexie on the sofa with a child bouncing on her knee, he figured he understood why.
That didn’t dampen his fury.
Killian glanced to his wife and then jerked his chin toward church.
Duke only went out of respect for Lexie, their friendship. She gave him a kind look he couldn’t return right now, which said something about his state of mind. She was one of his closest friends, and generally one of the best people he knew.
He could find kindness for that woman on the darkest of days.
But this wasn’t dark. This was something fucking deeper than that.
No sooner had the door closed, he advanced on the man he considered a brother.
Duke felt his father and brother at his back, either readying themselves to jump in, or pull him off Killian.
Killian didn’t move, because Killian was a hard fucker and it would