Page 60 of Mystic's Sunrise

Lucy had been the one to remind me I wasn’t alone.

Now she was out there, trapped in the dark, and all by herself.

“Lütfen,” I whispered, voice catching on the edge of a sob.

Please. Bring her back to me.

CHAPTER FORTY-TWO

THE CLUBHOUSE PULSEDwith determination,the weight of the night pressing down on every man gathered outside. No one was talking, not unless it mattered. The silence wasn’t empty; it was electric. Every click of a weapon being checked, every boot scuff on concrete, it all spoke the same truth.

Weapons were loaded, mags slammed home with sharp precision, blades tucked into boots and belts like old friends. The air reeked of danger and the kind of rage that came when someone touched what belonged to us.

Lucy was ours whether she like it or not.

I moved toward the group, my head still spinning from the look Zeynep had given me before I left. She hadn’t said much, but her eyes had screamed for me not to let this end in blood, or worse, in failure. She was scared. Not just for Lucy, but for what losing her would mean.

I’d promised her we’d get Lucy back, and I didn’t make promises I couldn’t keep.

But I’d kissed her.

Just a press of my lips to her forehead, but it wasn’t nothing. It had lingered. It hadmeantsomething.

Spinner stood off to the side, armored up, fingers flexing restlessly at his sides. He looked like a man ready to go to war. Scratch that—hewasa man ready to go to war. His jaw was locked, eyes glassy with the kind of fury that came from fear disguised as rage.

This wasn’t a rescue mission for him. This was his shot at getting the woman he loved back and hopefully get her to forgive him for being a bastard.

“Dragon Fire’s at the dockyard,” Gatsby said, his voice cutting through the silence. He stood next to Devil, eyes on the glowing screen in his hand. “Got eyes on two men near the south end. Security’s light. Real light. Looks like they’re not expecting company.”

Devil gave a slow nod, and said, “Then we take advantage of that mistake.”

He swept his gaze across the lineup of brothers, calm, controlled, but deadly as hell.

“Spinner gets Lucy out. Everyone else keeps the heat off him.”

Thunder cocked his gun with a loud, mechanical click. “If this turns sideways…”

“We go full burn,” he and Devil said in unison.

Chain cracked his knuckles, grinning like the devil himself. “Ain’t gonna turn sideways.”

I rolled my shoulders, trying to shake off the stiffness twisting through my spine. My cut felt heavier than usual. Or maybe it was the weight of Zeynep’s trust pressing down on me.

She saw something good in me—something worth caring about. But if she knew what was really out there, what I left behind…

Hell, I could feel it moving closer these past few days. Like a storm you smell before you see. I kept telling myself it was just in my head. That the past stays buried if you don’t dig it up.

But some things don’t stay buried. Some come back wearing your name, holding your secrets, and ready to take it all from you.

Fuck, I didn’t have time for this shit tonight. I stepped beside Spinner, gave a short nod. “Let’s go get her.”

His voice was low, almost a growl. “Her ass will be at the clubhouse tonight.”

The roar of engines shattered the silence, each bike kicking up the dirt and smoke as we pulled out. The van followed behind, blacked out and loaded with extra backup.

They didn’t know the kind of hell we’d walk through to bring her back.

If things went south they would fucking find out.