UNDER REVISION - Road Rage, Dark Shadows MC (Book 1)

Hawk's Acting Weird - Ash

Ash

I pull my bike over to the curb behind a large SUV, planting my feet on either side of it as I cut the engine. The two bikes that had been on my tail park up behind me and seconds later, we're sitting in silence.

It's been eighteen goddamn hours since Silver was taken and so far, we have nothing. Camera footage confirmed Larry Pilcher took her and that he didn't work alone, but his accomplice kept a hood carefully over their face to ensure they couldn't be identified.

The same camera footage also confirmed that Larry's car was the same one that had hit Chloe a week ago–information that we don't think the cops have yet.

Trace hasn't slept, holed up in his room with three screens firing. When I left this morning, he told me he was trolling through Larry's background check for anything he might have missed, trying to track his phone location and putting all the club security footage through a facial recognition program. He believes that if we can capture Larry onsite at Platinum, we'll have the culprit for the murders.

Why the fuck would he frame the MC, though? It didn't make sense. The first body hit the night that I found Silver but he couldn't have moved that quickly. Could he? And why? What was his motivation for it?

"What's up, prez?" Ice asks, yanking his helmet off and shaking out his blonde curls. I take my own off and jerk my chin in the direction of Chloe's house, where her sedan is parked in the driveway. Ice follows my eyes and frowns, leaning over his handlebars to get a closer look, "Is that...?"

"Pigs." Fury grunts, shaking his head when he spies the cruiser parked on the other side of Chloe's car. "They here for your girl or the aunt?"

"Fucked if I know," I grumble, eyes narrowing as the front door open and two fucking familiar faces walk out. We're far enough away, and half hidden behind the SUV, that we won't draw attention but close enough that there's no mistaking Bradwick's fat face. They pause on the front step, turning back to look into the house, their mouths moving as they talk to someone–Chloe–but it doesn't look like they get what they want. Bradwick storms back to his cruiser, looking pissed as all get-out as he jumps into the car with a slam of the door. The other one tips his head at Chloe before following his partner at a more sedate pace but when he reaches the car, he turns back and looks at the house thoughtfully, a hand rubbing his jaw. Finally, with a shake of his head, he ducks down and gets into the driver's seat. The cruiser quickly backs out of the driveway and peels away, luckily in the opposite direction of us.

"Ash?" Fury asks and I turn to look at him, meeting his frowning gray eyes.

"Same cops from the hospital."

"Huh." He looks in the direction the cruiser disappeared, his frown not easing. "This the first time they've been back? If it is, it might be that they realize the hit and run and Silver's kidnapping are connected."

I fucking hate admitting this but, "I don't know."

"What?"

I swipe my tongue over my bottom lip, looking away. "I didn't ask if the cops had been by and she didn't tell me, so I don't know if they've been around."

There's a huff behind me but Ice knows me well enough to keep his mouth shut. Fury, on the other hand, stares at me in disbelief. "I know you said that you hadn't been talking but I didn't think you meant that you hadn't been talking."

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

Fury shakes his head but my glare doesn't lessen. "I just thought you weren't talking about the two of you. Your relationship or whatever it is. I didn't think you meant you weren't talking at all."