Page 107 of Loyal
Then I hear it. The sound of bikes. Not just one or two, but a dozen. I turn my head and watch as they fall in formation around us. Savage speeds ahead, and I peek over Loyal’s shoulder and watch him take the lead.
Something about them coming to us, surrounding us as we chase down Farrah, makes my heart squeeze.
It almost feels as if we really are family. When one’s in danger, they all come.
It also makes me feel like this might just be okay.
Because of that, I look around and quickly realize I have no idea where we are. I’ve lived in San Antonio my entire life. How can I not know where we are?
Is this some weird way to Billy’s house?
I tap Loyal’s stomach and yell, “Where are we going?”
He shakes his head, never once taking his eyes off the road.
Dammit.
My stomach is in knots with the amount of worry and dread filling me. That and blame.
I never should have let her go with him. I should have run when we had the chance. I should have fought harder so she wouldn’t have been put in this situation. Should have done whatevery divorced wife told me to do and kept better records of his indiscretions.
God, this is all my fault.
I press my head into his shoulders once again and begin to pray.
Dear God or whoever’s out there, please watch out for my daughter. Don’t let any harm come to her. Let us get to her in time. Please, I’m begging you. She is the best part of me, and I need her. Please let her be okay and come out of this unscathed.
Just as I finish my prayer, the bikes start to slow down. I lift my head and watch as someone in the back of a truck waves us through a giant metal gate. As we pass by, I catch part of the sign.
Private Airstrip.
My stomach sinks.
Oh god, no. No. No. No.
I might have thought about running off with her, but surely he can’t be trying to do it himself.
Once through the gate, the bikes spread out, and everyone speeds up.
Fear eats at me, making me feel like I’m choking. Just when I think it can’t get any worse, a plane sitting on the tarmac comes into view. Its stairs are down, and there is a car parked close by.
I watch as Billy gets out and rounds to the back of the car. He reaches in and grabs Farrah.
Feeling completely helpless, I watch as my baby fights to stay here with us.
The sound of bikes catches their attention, and I swear Billy starts fighting Farrah harder, and she puts up more of a fight as he starts to drag her up the stairs.
That’s right, baby. Just wait, we’re almost there. This is almost all over.
I don’t care what they do to my ex. This ends tonight. Come hell or high water.
I swear to Christ I’ve never jumped out of bed as fast as I did when the panic alarm went off. Without even looking at it, I knew who was in trouble. If only Sami would have listened and stayed home where it was safe. I’m going to worry about her as much as I worry about Farrah.
I couldn’t stop her, though. Not when I saw the determination in her eyes.
As I drive, my mind races. I don’t know what I’ll find or what will happen. I just pray to fucking God I don’t have to kill him. If I do, I don’t know if either of them will ever be able to forgive me.
Up ahead, I see a metal fence come into view. The prospect is waving us through while Dex sits in the passenger seat watching a tablet. Knowing him, he’s probably going over possibilities of what could happen.
