I didn’t have a choice. I had to find Gigi. I entered the address into my GPS and pointed the car in the direction it instructed. There was no time to waste.
Chapter Twenty-One
Lance
Jax dropped his phone on the floor, then knelt down next to me. I searched his pale face for an answer. He didn’t say anything at first. I never saw him look like that.
“What is it?” I asked. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out.
I turned back to Rae. “What did you do? What did you give The Scarecrow?”
She looked at me, at Jax. His face went red.
“How could you do that?” he screamed.
“What did she do? What?” I let go of her and shook him instead. He lunged at her, but I held him back. I honestly thought he would hurt her, but I didn’t know why.
“Stop! What’s wrong! Tell me!”
He wouldn’t say anything. He shook, and looked at her.
“I had to pay off my debt,” she sobbed. “I’m sorry. I had to give him something!”
It hit me. Everything came together. I looked at her, shaking my head. I could hardly talk.
“Gigi, right? You gave him your daughter.”
I heard Flash gasp. “No,” he said. I didn’t look at him. I didn’t look at Jax or Slate. I looked at her.
“You did. Right? You gave her to him.”
She put her hands over her face. “I had to!”
I thought the world was crashing all around me. I was sure of it. How was everything still happening? How was I still breathing? How was it possible? What the hell was I supposed to do?
“Lance, come on, man. We have to go.” Flash pulled me up.
“You fucking bitch,” I snarled. It took everything I had in me not to kick her again and again while she sat on the floor of the terminal. She didn’t deserve to live.
She held up her hands. “Please! I had to! He was gonna kill me!”
“You should’ve let him kill you. You should have died before you gave her to him. You disgust me.” I spat on the ground in front of her. She was gone. There was no hope for her.
“Please, please don’t hate me, Lance.”
I turned away. I couldn’t look at her anymore.
“Do you know what he’s gonna do with her? What’s the plan?”
“He’s gonna sell her…”
“Fuck!” I roared it, throwing my head back to scream. By that time, we had a few dozen people watching. They jumped back when I screamed.
“Back off,” Slate said, pushing people out of the way as the four of us ran for the door.
“Where are we going?” Flash asked.
“To the clubhouse. What did they say on the phone?” I asked Jax.
“Somebody came in, hit Erica—she was with Gigi. He took her away. That’s all they told me.”
“Damn it. Damn that bitch.” I climbed on the back of my bike and was just about to pull away when Jax added something else.
“Jamie’s not there either.”
“What?” I stared at him. “He took Jamie, too?”
“She wasn’t there when it happened. Erica said she went home to pick up a few things, I don’t know. They can’t get a hold of her.”
Nothing made sense. So many things were happening in my head at once, I didn’t know what to do first. I wanted to rush somewhere, but I didn’t know where anymore. I had to find them. I had to figure out how to get them. I had to save them before it was too late.
I pulled out my phone, and my fingers shook so badly I almost couldn’t get Jamie’s number to come up. I dial it, though, and it rang. And rang. And rang.
“Shit.” I hung up, starting the engine. “We’ve gotta get back to the clubhouse, now.” The other three nodded, and we raced out of the parking lot. It was a fifteen-minute ride before I would even get back to headquarters. Then what?
How would I find them? I was sure he had Jamie, too. I didn’t know how I knew it. I felt it in my bones. He found a way to get to her. Maybe he followed her, or had somebody do it for him. No way she would just disappear without telling me. I didn’t even know where she lived, or else I would have sent somebody to check on the house. I never felt so useless in my life.
I knew we had no time. None. He wouldn’t waste time getting rid of them. My daughter. A fucking child prostitute. The thought made me want to throw up. I held it back as I rode. I had to get to the clubhouse. That was the only thing that stopped me from being sick.
Gigi. Jamie. Gigi. Jamie. Did he have them together? It was the only comforting thing I could think of. Gigi didn’t have to be alone if she had Jamie with her. I knew Jamie would do whatever she had to do to keep Gigi safe. I shuddered to think what The Scarecrow might do if she fought back, though. And she would fight back if I knew her. I never wanted to kill somebody I never even met before that day.