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“Hunter,” I whispered as my very being tried to cling to stay awake. Brandi’s soft cries, the wind through the trees and the fading, dying notes of the marching band were the last things my senses processed as my consciousness slipped from my grasp.
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CHAPTER 12
My eyes metTank’s from across the football field.
I shook my head, my lips pressed in a firm line.
He lifted his helmet from his head, chucked it to the sidelines and sprinted over.
“They ain’t here yet?”
“No, both their phone are going straight to voicemail.”
“Eh, Brandi is probably still using a flat iron on her hair. I swear she spends hours getting herself pretty for me.”
My burner cell rang in my jeans. I held a finger up as I answered.
“Ash? What’s up?”
“We have a problem.”
Tank walked off the field as he followed me behind the bleachers as I searched for a less crowded spot to take the call.
“What kind of problem?” I pinched the bridge of my nose. All I wanted was to find my girl.
“Someone else grabbed the Outlaw Prez before we could. It was probably an inside job.”
“Where are you now?”
“Two hours south of Vegas.”
“Okay. Stay on it. Dig around. Find some leads.”
“On it.”
‘My’ cell or rather Hunter’s dinged form my other pocket. “It’s about time.” I grinned. My smile died as soon as I glanced at the image sent to the phone.
Savvy was in a trunk, her eyes shut; one already swollen. Dried blood was on her upper lip.
Brandi laid wide eyes wide in fear, bound in gagged next to her.
“They’ve got our women.” I showed Tank the phone.
“Then they are already fucking dead.”
“Did the dumb shits think I wouldn’t have a tracker app on her phone?”
I dialed Hacker.
“Prez? I’m already inside the Nevada DOT looking at traffic cams.”
“I need you on something more important. They took my woman. Tank’s, too.”
He didn’t miss a beat as I shared the data of app I had on Savvy’s phone or where her last known location was.
“Call you in five.”