While the guys when to pick up the cash, I made quick work of printing the rest of the filler. There was a first time for everything and I was scared shitless that they would call our bluff, but there wasn’t time to hesitate. I was going to get my girl back before those scumbags had her for long enough to hurt her.

My mind tripped back to rescuing Raine from that warehouse all those years ago. Finding her in the back room, beaten and scared…letting our guard down…seeing my father’s body collapsed on the concrete floor—it was all just as vivid as it had been that night.

With barely any time to spare, I was sitting shotgun in Blaz’s pickup. We didn’t speak the entire drive to the location. The rest of the guys, along with the other members of Blaz’s charter, were already surrounding the area in hiding.

Blaz took out his phone as it rang with a call from his wife.

“Hi, sweetheart.” I could hear him trying to hide his worry from Abigail.

“Bring our baby home,” she sobbed.

“Collin and I will, I promise.” Blaz shot me a quick glance and I swallowed hard. “We have a plan, Abby. Don’t worry.”

“I love you.”

“Love you too.”

After he hung up, I stammered, “Thank you for trusting me.”

Gruffly, he responded, “I don’t yet. We’ll see if I do once this is all said and done.”

My heart raced as Blaz pulled into the empty lot and threw the truck in park.

Headlights flashed as we climbed out. I gripped the bag filled to the brim while my knees shook.

“Do you have the money?” asked one of the men leaning on the hood of a car.

“I need to see my daughter.” Blaz puffed out his chest as he stomped over to man.

“How do we know you’re not packing?” the guy asked before spitting at Blaz’s feet.

We both lifted up our cuts and turned slowly to show him we were unarmed.

“Get the girl,” the man called to his partner, who was sitting in the back seat.

With a bag over her head and her wrists bound, the man yanked Harlow out, shoving her in front of him with a gun to her head.

“Give us the money and we will let her go.”

Blaz threw his hands in the air as I dropped the bag at my feet.

“It’s all there. Just let me get her.” I started to walk over to her as I heard the hammer pull back on the gun. Sprinting forward, I ripped her out of the douchebag’s hands before the gun could go off.

Blaz drew his concealed gun from his boot, training it on the man in front of him. “You said no weapons, but you put a gun to my daughter’s head. Big mistake, my friend.”

I shoved Harlow behind me after taking the bag off of her head. Tackling the second man to the ground, I smacked his hand on the pavement until the weapon broke free from his grasp. Two other sets of headlights turned on as men filed out of them.

“You really think you’re getting out of here alive?” the first asshole scoffed.

I punched the guy I had pinned under me over and over just waiting for Blaz to make his move. Then started laughing as Blaz finally whistled.

Within seconds, roaring bikes ambushed the lot. We had them outnumbered three to one easily.

“I think you underestimated your opponents,” Blaz snarled before putting a bullet between the idiot’s eyes.

I ducked behind the car with Harlow in my arms as a war erupted around us. With her curled in my arms, I protected her as the jerk lay moaning by our side, spitting up blood like the pathetic moron he was.

“Did they hurt you?” I asked as Harlow shook in my arms.

She didn’t reply.

“Baby, you have to answer me.”

Her eyes just locked with mine as tears cascaded down her puffy face.

I started to examine her in the dim lighting of the parking lot. There was blood pouring from her nose, her lip was busted, her face was swollen on both sides, and bruises were already forming down her arms. I pulled off my jacket, wrapping it around her as I untied her wrists.

“I am so sorry,” I cooed in her ear, rocking her back and forth.

“Just promise me they are all going to be dead before we leave here.”

Grabbing the gun, I shot the guy I had just beaten in the temple.

“Not one of them is making it out of this alive,” I promised.

“Good.”