Page 71 of Tiny's Testament
By the time we ride back into the compound, the sky is bruising purple. My gloves are stiff with dried blood, and my chest is heavy with the truth I can’t outrun. Syvannah saw a part of me I never wanted her to see. The parts I barely contain.
Now the sun’s gone, the compound feels wrong, and every instinct I’ve got screams that something’s coming.
Torch, Trigger, Dagger, and Bones are still prepping bikes for another run, tensions high after the warehouse intel confirmed the worst. Lattimer is alive. He’s rebuilding and used the Hellhounds to send a message. I know in my gut the message is meant for me.
Peanut flicks her tail from where she sits on the seat of my bike, watching me like she senses the storm forming under my skin. The quiet in the lot settles in thick, unnatural waves.
That’s when Torch shouts. “Tiny! Have you seen Syvannah?”
My heart drops so fast it hits concrete. “No,” I answer, already moving toward him. “Why?”
Torch’s expression is grim. “Nadia called. Syvannah never met her. Phone’s dead. Red can’t ping it.”
A cold rush punches straight through my ribs.
Trigger appears at my side in seconds. “Say that again.”
“She’s missing,” Torch repeats. “Has been for hours.”
The words rip through me like a blade.
Dagger mutters, “Fuck,” and sprints toward the tech room.
Bones cracks his neck. “Gear up. Now.”
But I’m already running. We sweep the compound in seconds, brothers splitting into practiced patterns, checking behind the clubhouse, the dorms, the garage ruins, the gate, the fence.
Dagger’s voice cracks through the comms.“No sign of her inside.”
Trigger swears. “I told Capone that the south camera needed fixing!”
I sprint to the back gate, scanning for anything out of place. That’s when I see footprints pressed faintly into the dirt. One small. One much larger.
And drag marks.
I crouch, fingers brushing the disturbed soil. My throat closes. “They took her off foot.”
Torch appears behind me, jaw flexing. “Any direction?”
“South,” I rasp. “Into the dark.”
Red’s voice booms into the comms.“I’m rerouting every traffic cam within a three-mile radius, but something’s jamming half my access.”
“They prepared,” Trigger growls.
“They fucking prepared,” I echo.
And that means this wasn’t random. This was a message.
Trigger storms up beside me, breathing hard. “That's her tracks?”
“Yeah.” My voice is gravelly. “She didn’t walk out of here. Someone pulled her.”
Dagger’s jaw locks. “We need Capone. Now.”
Red’s voice bursts through the comms. “Boys, Prez is calling an emergency Church. Get inside. All of you.”
The moment Syvannah’s missing and Hellhound signs are on our land, Capone won’t wait. He’ll pull every brother into the war room.
