Page 64 of Up in a Blaze

“Henri,” Sawyer whispered, touching my cheek. The music coming from the front of the van would hopefully keep our soft words from prying ears.

I took his hand in mine, ignoring the sting to my flesh, and smiled at him. “I am fine, chéri.”

“I’m sorry they took you?—”

Shaking my head, I hugged him tighter to me. “Non, I am glad I am here with you.” I leaned closer to his ear. “I was with Gun. He will follow. We will get help. We just have to hold on.”

He nodded.

“Besides, you know my Blaze. He will tear the world apart to get me back.”

Gun

“Fuck,” I yelled. Grabbing Adrick’s arm, I shoved him toward the café and ordered, “Go get Lucas and West. I want us in my car in seconds, hear?”

“Da.” He disappeared as I watched what way the van went.

As soon as I heard the others, I raced toward my car, cursing at my leg for the ache.

I got in behind the wheel, started the car, and held out my phone to Adrick. “Call him.”

“Nyet,” he said, and pushed the phone back at me.

I threw it to his lap and pulled out. “I’m drivin’, dickhead. Call Blaze.”

He sighed as I weaved out of the cars, trying to gain the time back. I was sure I could see the white van up ahead. At least I damn well prayed it was the right one.

“Nyet, this is Adrick. Your French man was ripped off the streets and kidnapped. They?—”

“What the fuck?” was roared through the line.

“Exactly what I said,’ Adrick said.

Fuckin’ hell.

“Adrick,” West snapped.

Someone reached between me and Adrick and took the phone. “Blaze, this is Lucas. Henri left the cafe when he saw Sawyer. The kid looked scared about something. Before we could get to them, a white van pulled up and loaded them in. We’re currently following the vehicle.”

Lucas cried out when I made a rough turn and again when I hit the brakes.

The van had vanished.

Fuck no.

No, no, no.

“Christ,” I clipped before I moved slowly along the quiet street, looking down every alleyway.

“What? Oh, hey, honey. No, Gun wouldn’t take me into danger.” There was a pause, and Lucas tapped me on the shoulder. “Wade wants to talk to you.”

Lucas was married to Wreck, a brother in the club, and any other time I’d let him give me what for but not now.

“Where is van?” Adrick asked.

I grabbed the phone and put it on speaker. “Eyes on everythin’, guys,” I ordered. “Wreck?—”

“What the fuck’re you thinkin’—”