Part 4 (1/2)

Chapter 4.

Just as I was about to send a message to Roxy, my phone rang. It was Flash. c.o.c.ksucker Flash. He'd put my sister in danger. Even though he grew up in my hometown, I didn't think he knew me, but then again, he was a dumb motherf.u.c.ker. Maybe he was too young and too focused on my sister to make the connection.

”What?” I barked, ready to head to Roxy's.

”Thomas, you have to find Izzy!” he yelled, his breath harsh as he spoke.

”What the f.u.c.k are you talking about, Flash?” If something had happened because of Flash, I'd slit his throat.

”It's Rebel. He figured out who she is...who you are! You're both in danger, man. Find her!”

It took everything in me not to drop the phone and run. ”Where are you?” I walked on silent feet toward the door, checking if someone was eavesdropping. After opening the door, I looked in both directions, making sure no one was nearby.

”Other end of the clubhouse. I'll meet you out back. We need to find her, Thomas.”

”On my way!” I yelled, hitting end before I grabbed my keys.

Trying to play it cool, I walked through the clubhouse, leaving word with one of the prospects that I'd be out for the night. I'd done that many times, so it wouldn't seem out of place.

My chest felt heavy as my heart beat wildly against my insides. Panic grew with each step I made toward Flash.

What if we are too late? Rebel wasn't a kind man.

He'd take no pity on my sister. He'd rape her and kill her just to get back at me.

I kicked open the back door and saw Flash pacing near his car. When he looked up at me, relief flooded his face as he realized I wasn't another member of the club.

”Ready?” His voice cracked.

”Yeah, but we're taking my car.” I fished my keys out of my pocket. ”Get your a.s.s moving!” I yelled when I saw him strolling over nonchalantly as I unlocked the door.

”Thomas-” Flash started as he climbed in, sliding across the black leather before he closed the door.

”How long have you known who I was?” I gripped the steering wheel in one hand and started the car with the other, trying to control the urge to punch him in the face.

”Since the beginning,” he responded, finally turning to face me.

”You're a dumb f.u.c.ker. You knew who I was and yet you brought my baby sister near the club,” I seethed, bile rising in my throat as I pulled out of the parking lot.

”I wasn't thinking.” He looked down, fidgeting with his hands as I laid into him.

”Dumb f.u.c.king s.h.i.+t. I can't believe you'd do that s.h.i.+t.”

”Listen, that s.h.i.+t's in the past. We need to find Izzy.” He stared straight ahead, pulling his phone from his pocket.

”I could call James. Maybe he can track her.” I took my phone out my jeans.

”He would know where she was.” His tone was clipped and s.h.i.+tty.

I glared at him. ”What the f.u.c.k does that mean?”

”Just call him. Or you want me to?” Flash didn't meet my gaze.

As I dialed James's number and waited for him to answer, I felt like the veins in my head were about to burst.

”What the f.u.c.k?” he hissed as the call connected.

”Where the f.u.c.k is Izzy?” I asked, breathing heavily, both p.i.s.sed off and worried.

”I'm on my way to see her now. What the h.e.l.l is going on, Thomas?”

”Flash just called me. He said Izzy was in danger. Somehow, Rebel found out who she was. He knows who I am too. Find her, James, and do it now!” I roared, slamming my fist against the steering wheel as I held the wheel and phone in my other hand.

”I'm pulling on her street now,” he growled, the sound of his tires screeching very audible.

”I don't know who knows what at this point, brother. Find my G.o.dd.a.m.n sister.”

”On it,” he replied, his voice unsteady and panicked.

”Call me back. I'm headed that way with Flash in tow.”

”Give me five,” he responded before the call went dead.

Wait a motherf.u.c.king minute. Did he say he was on her street?

Clearly, there was something everyone had failed to mention to me. James didn't know about her disappearance, and he wasn't near the MC compound, where I'd a.s.sumed he was tonight. He had already been on his way to see my sister.

James was going to see my sister.

I'd kill Rebel and then I'd have to end James's life for having even thought about Izzy.

All h.e.l.l was breaking loose. Roxy messaged me as I hung up with James, but too much s.h.i.+t was happening to respond. She'd have to wait. My sister was my highest priority.

The streets were barren as I drove as fast as humanly possible toward Izzy. Flash made calls, trying to find out who knew what. The information was spa.r.s.e and Rebel too tight-lipped.

As I debated about whom I wanted to kill first, James or Rebel, my phone rang. When I tapped the speaker b.u.t.ton, he spoke before I could say h.e.l.lo.

”She's gone,” he bit out, sounding slightly winded as I heard his car start in the background.

”Gone or missing?” I asked, anger oozing from my voice.

”One shoe on the floor and her phone on the coffee table. She's missing.”

”f.u.c.king Rebel,” I muttered. ”Flash and I are an hour out. We need to figure this s.h.i.+t out and what our next move should be.”

”f.u.c.k,” he hissed, the roar of his engine drowning out his voice.

”Stay the f.u.c.k there and make calls. Do not leave in case she shows up. We'll be there in sixty.”