Page 54 of Cole (Dirty Misfits MC 4)
Porter backtracked toward the computer room. “That’s not a bad idea. We can punch in their phone numbers and—”
Then, it hit me. “My phone. Hold on.”
I dug around in the pocket of my leather jacket before I pulled it out.
“What are you doing?” Finn asked.
“Find My Friends,” I murmured.
I had Molly’s number still programmed into my phone, and I couldn’t remember her cell phone dropping out onto the curb when they shoved her into that van. I chastised myself for not reacting sooner. For not pulling my gun sooner and just popping those fuckers in the head. I was trying to remove her from the situation before I killed every single one of them, and in the process of sparing Molly the scene, she was now in the claws of the enemy.
Suffering God-only-knew what at their hands.
“I’ve got her!” I exclaimed.
I leapt to my feet and swallowed my painful groans as I turned my phone screen around.
“See that blinking dot with Molly’s face attached to it? That’s where her cell phone last registered her.”
Tanner leaned in. “That’s not very far outside of Santa Cruz.”
Porter peered over his shoulder. “That’s barely outside the city limits. Are you sure?”
I nodded. “I’m positive. And if they’re still this close to the city, then her cell phone is still pinging her location. I mean, right now. Actively. They’re sitting there for some reason, and we can’t not go check.”
We all looked over at Brooks as he straightened his back. “Well, what the fuck are you standing around for? Get your damn gear and let’s go!”
We scrambled around, arming ourselves to the teeth before hopping onto our bikes. I sent the location to everyone’s cell phone so they could GPS it in case all of us ended up getting separated in traffic. Then, we were off, weaving through traffic and carving out back-road pathways for ourselves as we slowly inched our way toward our destination.
“I’m coming, Molly. Just hang in there,” I murmured.
Twenty minutes later, all of us turned down a gravel driveway that seemed to pierce through a random grove of trees sitting on the outskirts of Santa Cruz. And when a rusted-out warehouse came into view, fear pooled in my gut. Were the girls tied up and in that maze of a place? Were they hurt? Beaten? Being starved, or worse?
If anyone has laid a hand on my girl, they’re fucking dead.
But as the trees parted and the van came into view, the scene that unfolded before us wasn’t quite one we expected.
“Is that… a shotgun?” Porter asked.
I hit the brakes on my bike and practically flew off the damned thing. I didn’t even put the kickstand down, I simply let it fall into the dirt as I sprinted for Molly. I saw that Josie and Astrid had a man pinned to the ground while they pointed two pistols at his head, and Raven had her heel on the neck of another lanky guy while she pointed her gun at the small of his back.
And when Molly peered over her shoulder at me, relief rushed through my veins.
“They’re here!” she exclaimed.
Brooks came trotting up behind me. “Don’t move, girls. Let’s get them restrained first. Porter! Finn! Over here!”
I stood there, frozen in time as I studied Molly’s current position. She had a man at her feet with a shotgun pointed at him while he cradled his knee and begged for mercy. Her curves were swollen with life and she was ripe with my child, and yet the strength and coordination something like this would have taken quite literally ripped the breath from my lungs
I’d never seen a woman more powerful and more beautiful than Molly in that moment.
Everything else happened in a blur. Some of the guys got those Black Flag assholes tied up and hauled off while I took the liberty of checking the girls to make sure nothing was seriously wrong. Tanner took the liberty of stripping the van down of all its smart components and disabled the GPS so we could use it to get these three Black Flag adventurers back to the clubhouse for a little bit of one-on-one time with all of us.
And as Tanner and Finn pulled away with the van full of rival crew members, I walked up to Molly and cupped her cheeks.
“I am so, so, so fucking sorry, Molly.”
She smiled softly. “It’s all right. I’m all right. We’re all right.”
I furrowed my brow. “So, you’re not upset?”
She shrugged. “What’s there to be upset about? I learned more about you in the past thirty or so minutes than I ever did in your presence.”
My hands slid to her shoulders. “Okay, I deserved that.”
“Yes, you did,” Josie whispered as she walked behind me.
Molly giggled as I took her hands in mine. “This is why I pushed you away, though. This chaos. This danger. It follows me everywhere because of the life I’ve chosen for myself. And it’s a life you don’t deserve. Neither of you.”
