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With a contented sigh, he closed his eyes while visions of his wife’s limp body danced in his head.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Hawk
Blade rushed upto Hawk who stood outside the community center with several brothers.
“What do you have?” he asked Blade.
“I mounted a GPS tracking device to the bottom of the asshole’s van when I saw it on the street.”
“Why the fuck didn’t the prospect tell us he’d driven over here?”
“Banger called on all the brothers and prospects to be at the event. No one was watching him.”
“Where the fuck is he?”
“At a location outside of town. It’s the unincorporated part of the county. The van’s been stopped there for the last twenty minutes or so.”
“Let’s go. I’m gonna grab Banger and some of the brothers.” Hawk motioned Banger to come over. “Blade got a reading on where this fucker is. I’m gonna grab Rock, Tigger, Tiny, and Throttle. We’ll all go in one car.”
Nodding, Banger pulled at his beard. “Let’s roll.”
Settled in Hawk’s SUV, the brothers sat stone-faced and silent as he steered the vehicle over the icy backroads. Inside his nerves sizzled and snapped threatening to explode, but he’d have to keep his cool in order to save his son. Thoughts of what Braxton and Harley may be going through had to be kept at bay. If he started thinking about how scared they probably were, he’d lose it, and fear and rage might make him do something stupid. He had to cool the fire in his veins with ice cold hate. Emotions had to be replaced with steely calculations. After he made sure the boys were safe, he’d let the smoldering fire in him wreak havoc on the sonofabitch who dared to kidnap his son.
“It’s coming up,” Blade said, his voice breaking through Hawk’s concentration. “It must be down the road to the right. Do you see the dirt road over there?”
Hawk spotted a narrow break to the side. If Blade hadn’t pointed it out, he would’ve driven right past it. Out in this part of the county, there weren’t any streetlights and blackness filled the space under a waning moon. He turned sharply, killed the headlights, and slowed way down.
“Do you know how many are involved in this?” Banger asked.
“No. I just know the van is here,” Blade replied.
“We better be prepared for a battle. Maybe Chad’s pussy-assed son’s behind this,” Throttle said.
“Reggie? I don’t think he’d have the know-how to pull this off,” Tigger answered.
“Revenge makes you figure out a lot of shit. We offed his old man. I’m sure he wants retaliation. I know I would,” Rock said.
Hawk gripped the steering wheel harder. “I agree with you. To be sure, four of us will go in the back and the other four will stay guard in the front. We don’t know what’s inside the house.”
The tires crunched on the snow as they drove down the long road lined with gnarled, leafless tree limbs. In the distance, the outline of a small house came into view. As they approached, two windows in the front cast weak pools of yellow that barely lit up the ground beneath them.
Hawk stopped. “We’ll walk from here,” he said as he switched off the engine.
The men filed out and headed to the house. As they came up to the dilapidated abode, the van came into sight. It was parked off to the side. Banger went over to it and tried the door. It swung open. Tiny jumped in and Banger followed. Hawk stood watching them, his pulse pounding in his ears.
A couple of minutes later, Banger and Tiny exited the vehicle. Banger rolled his shoulders. “Nothing.” His voice was tight with rage.
“They must be inside,” Tiny said.
“Throttle, Banger, Rock, and I will go in through the back. This place is small so I don’t think there are that many rooms. The rest of you be ready to come through the front when we call out,” Hawk said.
“There’s a basement, but I don’t think anyone’s down there.” On his knees, Jigger looked through the windows.
“I think they’re in the front room. It’s the only one with lights on.” Tiny pulled out a gun from the inside of his leather jacket.
“We gotta play this slow and cool. We don’t want our kids hurt.” A sharp pain lanced Hawk’s heart, but he pushed it away and focused on getting into the house and confronting his opponent.
