Page 66 of Deadly Secrets

Shuffling can be heard next as the man pauses from talking.

“Please let my son go. I’ll go and do anything you want but please let him leave,” Remi begs one last time.

The sound of a gun being cocked has my body locked up tight as I wait to hear what happens next.

“Last chance, bitch.”

A creaking sound can be heard in the background and I take it as her fleeing the bathroom.

There’s a pause to the noise and Hawk is about to end the message when the sound of breathing gets louder over the speaker.

“We’ve got them now,” the man says into her phone. “Good luck ever getting them back, puta.”

My hands go into my hair and I start to panic. I truly never understood what Stone and Havoc went through when Raegan and Sutton were put in dangerous situations, but I do now.

“We got a problem,” Bull comes rushing over.

“What is it?” Stone asks.

“Found one of the prospects out in the wooded area,” Bull says pointing over to the dark treed area behind the park. “Chains and Ledger are combing to find the other.”

“Shit,” Havoc comments.

Stone pulls up his phone and makes a call.

“Turner, got a problem…” Stone fills him in on what is going down here in Abilene. My body is restless, ready to go into attack mode as we wait to hear what Stone plans to do next.

It only takes a few minutes but it feels like hours when he hangs up. His face is set with determination.

“Turner said that a private plane has flight plans out of the country according to his source at the FAA. Plane landed this morning,” Prez tells us. “Airport is about five minutes from here.”

I’m moving before he can finish his sentence.

“Reaper, wait!” I hear a call out from behind me, but if they aren’t here then the only other place is at that airport.

Swinging my leg over my bike, I rev up my engine just in time for my brothers to catch up and mount their rides. My wrist twists and I’m flying out of the parking lot as rocks kick up from my tires. Signs on the roads indicate the direction to my destination as Stone and Havoc come up beside me. Stone takes the lead and trails off to a different entrance than the main one.

“What business you got here?” A guard yells over our loud motors. This looks to be a private entrance for smaller planes.

“Anyone come through here recently?” Stone asks, ignoring the guy’s question.

“Maybe,” the man says, crossing his arms over his chest.

Not wanting to waste any more time, I pull my gun from out of my cut and point it right at his head.

“You remember now?” I say, my voice has a harsh agitated tone.

The guy’s eyes widen then he shifts his hands up in surrender.

“Several SUVs came in about twenty minutes ago. Plane is in hangar three,” he tells us.

“Buzz us in,” Stone demands.

“I don’t want no trouble man…”

I cock my gun and the guy jumps back and reaches into the security stand. Moments later the metal fence starts to roll back and we jerk forward through the gate before it opens fully. Following the road down a long stretch we finally come up to several metal buildings that house private planes. Hangar three sits vacant of a plane and a boulder drops to the bottom of my stomach. A few workers mill about as we stop our bikes and hop off.

“Where’s the plane?” Stone says as he and I corner the first guy we come up to.