Reclaimed (Angel's Halo MC 4)

Raven put a hand on her husband’s chest and the other on my own. “Calm down. We won’t get anywhere if you two alphas start tearing each other apart. Whoever this is would love that. So cool it.”

Colt started pacing and we all turned to watch him. That was how my baby brother worked best. He was our go-to puzzle solver and we all knew he solved best when he paced. “The two bombs were decoys,” he was saying to himself. “But they shot up Jenkins’s office and took Gracie.” He stopped and faced us. “Hawk probably wasn’t even supposed to get hurt. The bombs were to keep us distracted and out of the way long enough for them to snatch her. If it was the senator, he would have hit us directly, not just take Gracie.”

“Oh hell.” Raven shook her head. “I think I know who it is.”

“Who?” we all demanded when she just continued to shake her head.

“Her grandfather.”

Jenkins spit out a vicious word and pushed away from the wall he’d been leaning against. “He’s been contacting me regularly the last two weeks. Each time he wanted to talk to Gracie, but I didn’t want to upset her.”

“She got that letter yesterday telling her they needed her back in Connecticut to discuss the terms of her father’s will,” Raven reminded us. “She doesn’t want the money so why don’t they just leave her alone?”

“I don’t know,” Jenkins said with a tired sigh. “But if it is them and they need her in Connecticut, that’s probably where those bastards are planning on taking her. I’m going to make some phone calls to my East Coast connections.”

I pulled one of the three burner phones from my pocket. “If you’re right, Raven, then I need to call Ciro and get his men on this instead of having him come here.”

“Colt, call Uncle Jack,” Bash directed. “Get him to grab Trigger and a few other brothers.

They can check out Santino’s compound. I want them to stake the place out until we can get down there. And I want a few men watching the senator, too. I don’t want to take the chance that this is him and we miss something.”

Colt nodded and pulled out his own burner. We took the stairs down to the ground floor and walked outside so that we had better reception on the phones. I was already dialing Ciro before the automatic sliding doors closed behind us.

“My plane leaves in thirty minutes,” Ciro said as way of greeting.

“Cancel it.”

“You have news?” He didn’t say another word as he listened to what I had to tell him. Only when I was done did he let out one vicious-sounding curse in Italian. “Colt is probably right. I’ll get my men on this. I’ll have the Morgans watched and let you know if I see anything suspicious. What do you want me to do if I see them with her?”

“Keep her safe.” That was all I could ask of him right then. I didn’t know what the Club would want to do and I wasn’t the MC president now so I couldn’t start throwing out orders when it came to who got to play Angel of Death today. “Do what you have to do to keep her safe. Hawk will kill us all if she isn’t.”

“Felicity?” His voice had lowered.

“She’s safe. At the clubhouse under lockdown.” Just thinking of Flick had my heart twisting as it started racing. Fuck, what if it had been her that had gotten snatched instead of Gracie? I couldn’t have handled it. I would have already been slitting throats.

“Good. Keep her that way.” The line went dead and I clenched my jaw as I closed the phone and headed back into the hospital without Colt.

I got back up to the OR waiting room just in time to see a nurse leading Raven and Bash back toward the recovery rooms. I noticed that Jenkins and Samantha were gone, and I jogged to catch up with my sister.

As soon as the door to the recovery ward was open, I heard my brother. Quickly followed by the yelp of a nurse as she jumped back from the curtained-off little section where Hawk was being kept. “Where is she?” he bellowed and something metallic hit the wall, making the room ring with the echoing sound. “Where’s Gracie?”

Bash and I both rushed forward. My brother-in-law pulled back the curtain and we found Hawk sitting straight up in bed, his fingers tangled around the IV in his arm, ready to rip it out. “Where the fuck is she?”

He had tears rolling down his face but his eyes were those of a predator who was trapped and only wanted to get to his mate.

In less than a second, I took in the monitors attached to my brother—that were going crazy because of his heart rate, and the IV that was pushing fluids and blood back into him that he was about to rip out. One nurse was shaking with pure terror but she was at least trying to keep Hawk from hurting himself more.

“Calm down,” I commanded as I reached Hawk and grabbed the arm that didn’t have the IV attached to it.

Hawk’s muscles were tense, as if he were ready to fight me, and I tightened my hold. Bash took his other arm and between the two of us we got Hawk pushed back down onto the mattress, but it was a hell of a struggle to keep him there. Despite the blood loss and obvious pain I knew he had to be in, Hawk was hyped up on the adrenaline of needing to find Gracie.

“Where is she, Jet?” Hawk demanded, his voice hoarse. “Is she okay? Is she safe?”

“Calm the fuck down and I’ll tell you,” I promised, but the truth must have already been in my eyes because Hawk only started struggling harder.

“Is she alive? Tell me she’s alive,” he roared and pushed against my hold.

“Hawk!” Raven was in front of him now. He jerked at the sound of her voice but seemed to calm down enough that I wasn’t having to struggle to keep him down. “Stop, you’re hurting yourself. Look. You’re bleeding.”