Total pages in book: 189
Estimated words: 181808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 909(@200wpm)___ 727(@250wpm)___ 606(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 181808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 909(@200wpm)___ 727(@250wpm)___ 606(@300wpm)
Finding what he wanted, Moon bolted for the door. “I’ve got them.”
“How?” Viper clipped out, keeping pace with him.
“My fucking paranoia. I put an air tag on Jace’s car seat.”
Moon, Viper, and Shade bolted out of the restaurant and got on their motorcycles. The rest of the brothers, responding to the distress call, followed them at Viper’s signal.
Holding his phone out, Moon followed the signal as Viper put the club on lockdown and sent Rider to check on Widowmaker after he failed to check in.
When Gundy’s vehicle drove past the bridge to Jamestown, Moon swore to himself. Gundy wasn’t taking any chances that Stud would be able to head them off from reaching the interstate. The fucker was going to hide in the mountains, and with Charles’ help, they might succeed. Both were local boys, with Charles dividing his time between the restaurants he owned in Lexington and Treepoint. They moved in different social circles, so it was hard to imagine Charles being stupid enough to kidnap a child in broad daylight. He should have been smarter than his father, whose own crimes had been discovered, to the town’s dismay. Charles’ reputation had taken a hit, but as far as he knew, he had stayed on the straight and narrow.
Gundy, on the other hand, lived with his mother, and his redneck friends would hang out there, drinking until it was time to go home to bed. On his time off, he would go hunting on the weekends and would constantly come in Monday morning, bragging about going hunting, that he knew the mountains like the back of his hand, and what he had caught. Moon bet he wasn’t lying about what he had bagged—several of the workers had constantly asked to go with him, who were also from town. They wouldn’t ask if they didn’t know for a fact that Gundy knew the best hunting spots.
What had him even more worried was the mountain they were driving on was winding and dangerous. Lumber trucks constantly traveled the road, as well as coal trucks. Parts of the mountain had closed mine shafts which could be used to ditch the car, providing Charles and Gundy a hideout. They could walk out through some of the old trails, and Gundy would never be seen again. Charles could make it back to Lexington and buy enough witnesses to swear he had been there the whole time, unless they lucked out enough to get him on tape.
Moon heard Viper tell the less experienced riders to slow down and ride at their own pace.
Moon let himself take a brief glance to the side, and then wished he hadn’t. They weren’t halfway up the mountain, and he saw the tops of pine trees far below them. What made it worse and what had Viper concerned was there was no guard rails. The only way he would feel safe riding across this mountain was if he were wearing a fucking parachute strapped onto his motorcycle.
He checked his rearview mirror; flashes of blue and red drew his attention. Farther back, lower down the mountain, Greer’s patrol car was following behind The Last Riders.
Somehow, he felt better that Greer had come along instead of staying in town.
Tightening his hands on his handlebars, he had to fight the urge to increase his speed, imagining how terrified Larissa must be, and his son being at the mercy of two men who had nothing to lose.
As he neared a sharp curve, he didn’t adjust his speed, sure he could easily take the curve at the rate he was going.
Slow down! a voice in his head yelled at him.
He gestured to Viper then his speed gage, and Viper adjusted his speed as well.
When he rounded the curve, he only had a second to react at seeing Reaper’s motorcycle lying in the lane they were on.
Breaking with squealing tires, they saw burned tire marks on the road, leading into the dirt where Reaper was standing, looking down.
Getting off his motorcycle so fast the motorcycle fell onto the road, he ran to where Reaper was standing.
“No!” he screamed at what he saw.
Gundy’s Camaro was wedged between two thin pine trees.
CHAPTER EIGHTY-ONE
Moon started to climb down.
“Wait, Moon.” Viper caught his arm. “Let Greer call for help.” Viper pointed to one of the trees that was wobbling as Charles tried to climb out of one of the windows.
“Charles, stay still!” Viper shouted down. “You’re going to knock the car loose!”
Charles didn’t listen, continuing to try to shimmy out of the car.
Moon’s mind was already made up. Charles panicking only cemented his decision. He crouched down, readying himself to go over the mountain.
“Moon …” Viper started, taking off his vest.
“I’m going—”
“I’m not going to stop you. I’m coming, too.”
“No.” Reaper crouched down, sliding his legs over the edge. “I am.”