Page 49 of Mac

Mac

Ifollowed behind Viking as we headed toward Nevada, but I was shocked when we pulled off the highway just a few minutes outside of town.

“What the fuck are we doing? We need to get home to Kate!” I’d never questioned Viking before, but I wasn’t thinking straight. I wouldn’t calm down until I knew Kate was safe.

“My phone has been ringing nonstop since we got on the road, but I needed to get us out Apple Valley before Stu went running to the cops,” Viking explained.

Viking was right, but I was agitated and just wanted to get back on the road.

“Colt, you call Wolf. Mac, call Kate,” Viking continued. “I’m going to call Meredith back.”

I looked down at my phone and saw that I didn’t have any missed calls. I called Kate’s phone, but it went straight to voicemail. I was feeling helpless, something I wasn’t used to and never wanted to feel again.

“Meredith, slow down, babe. What happened?”

My attention immediately turned to Viking, and I ran over to him. I could hear Meredith on the other end of the phone. She sounded hysterical, but I couldn’t make out what she was saying.

“Shit! Is everyone okay?” Viking’s knuckles had turned white, he was gripping the phone so hard. I needed him to hurry up and tell me what was going on.

“Motherfucker,” he mumbled under his breath. “We’re on our way home now.”

As soon as he hung up, I was all over him, trying to get answers.

“There’s been an accident. Kate was driving back to her place with the boys when someone hit her car and sent them off the road.”

“Fuck! Are they okay? Was it the Phantoms?” I asked, feeling time slipping through my fingers.

“Finn and Gunnar are fine, they’re home with Meredith, but the boys said Kate was unconscious. They tried to help her, but someone came along and pulled her from the car.”

My mind went to every worst-case scenario imaginable, where Kate was hurt, and I was miles away from home.

Viking placed his hand on my shoulder, grabbing me harder than I expected. “When the boys got out of the car, Kate wasn’t there.”

“What do you mean she wasn’t there? Was she taken to the hospital?” None of what he was saying made sense.

“No,” Viking started, and I took a moment to look at him. He was trying to remain calm, but I could tell he was just as freaked out as I was. The dread I’d started to feel was taking over. “No emergency vehicles had shown up yet. The police think whoever pulled her out took her. They questioned the residences and businesses nearest to the accident, and none of them said they saw the Phantoms or gang members.”

“It has to be Jonathan. He’s obsessed with Kate, and he’s MIA.” Viking nodded his head in agreement. “We need to get home. Now!” I yelled as I hopped back on my bike.

Typically, we followed behind Viking, but I didn’t wait for him to lead. I just prayed the three of them could keep up with me as I hauled ass back to Vegas.

It was late when we got into town. We immediately drove to the accident scene. Kate’s car had already been towed away, but a couple of police officers were there, finishing up their investigation.

The minute we were off our bikes, we ran over to them. “Did you guys find anything yet?” Viking barked.

“You need to back the hell up, Viking,” Officer Davenport demanded.

We knew Davenport well, and he didn’t care much for the club, but he didn’t go out of his way to cause trouble for us either.

“My daughter is missing!” Viking yelled. “I want some fucking answers.”

“We haven’t found anything,” Davenport reluctantly explained.

While the two of them argued back and forth, I looked up and down the street, trying to piece anything together. I stopped scanning when I saw the convenience store on the corner.

I started running that way, hoping they had what I was looking for.

“Hi there,” the young lady greeted me as I walked up to the counter. “Can I help you?” Her voice shook a bit. I was sure my cut and the intensity showing on my face made her nervous.