Chapter Twenty-One

I have never ridden my bike so fast. I know the rest of the club is behind me. Only one probably stayed behind with the asshole while the rest of us raced toward my house.

I've tried dialing Fang about a million times, but he's not answering. That only has me pressing the throttle higher. At this point, I could easily killmyself by hitting one pothole, but I can't find it in me to care. All I care about is Kaitlyn and Kolby. Fang too. If they hurt my family, I will kill them.

The normal drive is cut in half by the time I roar up to the front of the house. I slam on the brakes, jumping off my bike, not caring when it falls to the ground. The front door is wide open when I make it there. My heart is beating out of my chest, and the world sounds as if I'm underwater.

I'm frightened for the first time in my life. I have never been scared of anything, but as I run through that door, I am scared to death that the woman I love and my child are going to be lying dead on the floor.

The living room is empty, but I see a boot on the floor leading into the kitchen. When I make it inside, I find Fang on the floor. That only makes me even more worried.

I know I should stop and check on him, but I don't. I can hear the others coming down the street now as I start to search the house. I'm frantic as I look for any sign of Kaitlyn or Kolby.

They aren't here, though.

By the time I make it back to the kitchen, Reaper is checking on Fang while Wrath and Killer look on.

"They are gone," I tell them.

Killer's eyes reflect the pain I am sure is in my own.

"He's alive. Wrath, get some water. Let's see if we can get him to wake up," Reaper says.

"She wasn't alone," Killer says to me as Reaper and Wrath work on Fang.

I watch as they sprinkle water on his face at first.

"What do you mean?" I ask, my eyes not leaving Fang.

Wrath then throws the whole glass on his face as Reaper smacks him.

"The table. What do you see?"

I tear my eyes away to take in the table. There are three cups of what looks like tea sitting there.

"There's no forced entry," I tell him.

"She knew who it was. That means it was someone from my club. She doesn't know anyone from yours, does she?"

"Only the men I called in. She wouldn't have answered the door to a stranger. Not with everything going on," I tell him.

Fang starts to murmur something as his eyes flutter open. I say a quick prayer to God that he can help us as he comes to.

"Kaitlyn," he says, his voice hoarse.

"Get him a glass of water to drink."

Wrath does as Reaper asks, holding the glass to Fang's mouth. He sucks half of it down in one go. His eyes fall closed again, but he starts to speak.

"Mother. Her mother made tea. Felt woozy. Passed out," he manages between deep breaths.

"Her mother did this?" I ask to clarify, looking at Killer.

He looks furious.

"Yes. Poison," Fang says.

"Liza takes heavy-duty sleeping medication. She probably used her own meds and put them in with the tea. I can't believe she would do this. I knew she was struggling, especially with Kaitlyn having the baby, but I didn't think she would go this far," Killer admits. "This is my fault. I should have kept a closer eye on her."

"You can't blame yourself. All we can do now is figure out where she is and go rescue Kaitlyn and Kolby. What do you think she wants with Kaitlyn?" I ask.

"She wants her to leave you. She wants you gone at any cost. She's worried that if Katie stays with you, you will take Kaitlyn away. You see, Liza has always had a unique relationship with Katie. She resented her for taking so much of my time. She already felt she had to share me with the club and with Katie, she then had to share me with a daughter as well. As Katie grew up, she became more and more controlling over her. I helped where I could, but I wasn't there all the time. When Katie moved out, Liza almost lost it. I think this time she really has."

Everything starts clicking into place in my head. Kaitlyn has fought so hard against me because this is what she grew up with. I don't think she is only afraid of me being like her father. I think deep down, she blames the MC for making her mother the way she is. She doesn't want to turn into her mother.

Fuck, why didn't I see it before?

It doesn't matter now. The only thing we need to focus on is getting Kaitlyn back.

"So your old lady needs to be put in a nuthouse?" Reaper asks.

"That's still my old lady. Watch what you say," Killer growls.

Reaper holds up his hands. "No offense meant. I'm just saying, if she is in that state of mind, where might she be?"

"I don't know. She doesn't leave the house much except to go to the store. She took to being a housewife soon after we got married," Killer admits.

We all ponder what to do next when Fang speaks up.

"Morgue. I bet she's working with Morgue. That's who she brought by before, isn't it? She couldn't have carried Katie out on her own."

I rub my hand down my face. "Of fucking course. That fucker."

Picking up my phone, I dial Trigger. "I want Morgue's whereabouts in the next three minutes. He has my old lady."

"Fuck. Okay, I'm on it." He drops the call, likely to concentrate.

"We are going to get her back," Killer tells me.

"We are, and then I'm making her my old lady. If you have something to say about that, keep it to your-fucking-self."

He pats my shoulder. "I might have been skeptical at first, but seeing the lengths you will go for her, I know you are the right man for her. I won't stand in your way."

"Good."

As the phone rings, I pick it up. "Where are they?"

Myhead is pounding. I try to move, but I'm stuck. I hope this isn't sleep paralysis again. That's scary as hell. The feeling of being in your body but not being able tomove your limbs.

I try again, but this time, I can feel my fingers move. So not sleep paralysis.

I can hear Kolby crying. I need to get to him. My poor baby. I hope he hasn't been crying long.

Slowly, my hearing starts to clear as I hear another voice. My eyes blink open as I look down and realize I'm sitting in a chair. I don't recognize the old, stained carpet.

Where am I?

I try to think back to the last thing I remember.

My mother stopped by. She offered to make us tea. She wanted Fang to come in. I thought she was giving my new life a shot. Instead, she drugged me.

Fang. Oh no. I hope he is okay. Who knows what she did with him. She hates anything related to Colt. I hope she didn't kill him. That would break my heart. The man is a sweetheart. It would kill Colt to know he died on his orders. Hell, I won't be able to live with myself either.

Kolby lets out a bloodcurdling scream, making my head jerk up to seek him out.

I should feel relieved that my mother has him. She's supposed to be his grandmother. She's supposed to take care of him and love him.

Yet seeing her holding my child as he wiggles and screams to get away from her has my stomach dropping. She drugged me. What would she do to Kolby?

"What the fuck are you doing to my child?" I scream. "Give him to me. You are traumatizing him."

She looks up, smiling at me. "Oh, good. You are awake. I was wondering if I gave you too much. I only wanted you to sleep for the car ride here. Now that you are awake, we can start."

She opens the door, but all I can see is a wall opposite me. Looking around quickly, I don't see anything I can use.

This place looks abandoned. There is a bed in the corner, but it looks like it hasn't been used in over a decade. The whole place smells musty.

"Morgue, dear. Your wife is awake," my mother calls out, still rocking Kolby, attempting to quiet him.

I hear footsteps down the hall. Suddenly, Morgue is standing at the door, a smug smile on his face. He is looking at me like he has finally won his prize, and it has my stomach churning. This man is disgusting. What kind of man resorts to this to get what he wants? He can't honestly think I will ever willingly go with him.

"Shut the kid up. Fuck, he's giving me a headache," Morgue barks at my mother.

My blood turns cold. This man wants me so bad to go to these lengths, but he doesn't want my child. That much is obvious. Will he hurt Kolby? Maybe not right away. He wouldn't want to upset me too much, but down the road, would my child have an "accident" and end up dead?

Either that or he would use him as a punching bag. Either way, I can't let it happen.

She frowns. "He's a baby. They cry."

"Well, he's crying too much."

"Because he wants his mother," I finally say as I start to rub my wrists raw, trying to loosen the ropes behind my back.

"He can have his mother once she cooperates. You don't get it, Katie. You were always meant to be with me," Morgue says.

"You always wanted me, but I never wanted you," I tell him.

He shakes his head. "You never considered me. I understand why. You didn't like the way your father ran the club. It's okay, though. I'm taking care of that. Once William takes care of his issue with the Lotus, he is going to give me the file I need to have our guys vote your father out of the club. I know you are close to him, so I won't push for his death. Only his banishment. Your mother here will be distraught." He nods to her as she pretends to look sad as she nods. "So as the new president, I will allow her to stay because of her connection to you. After all, a daughter needs her mother. Especially while raising a child. Kolby here will be our first, but we will have at least three more. You'll need all the help you can get. Then we will live happily ever after. I know it sounds sudden, but it's been in the works for a while."

My heart stops at his admission. Not only has he kidnapped me and my son, he is planning to get rid of my father. I can't let that happen.

Yet, what can I do? I'm stuck.

"Seems like you have it all figured out. Do you think Colt will ever stop looking for us?"

His sneer turns evil. "Don't you worry about him. We fully intend for him to find us. We have something extra special planned."

I swallow hard.

None of this can be good.

"What if I don't ever agree to your plan? Are you going to get rid of me?"

Morgue steps closer to me, gripping my chin. "If you don't agree, I have ways of making you agree. Once Colt is gone, you will only have one thing you truly care about in this world.Your actions determine what he means in mine. I can treat him as my first-born son. The apple of my eye and all that. He can be showered with love and praise and raised to be the heir to my throne." He grips me harder, making me wince. "Or he can be the bastard child of your ex-lover that I never wanted. I can make him feel lower than the dirt he stands on. I can give him only scraps and make him fight for everything he has in life. When we have children of our own, which we will one way or another, he will be the outsider. I will train our children to treat him like the mutt he is. He will never be allowed to patch into the club, and he will never be my heir. Everyone will know that he has dirty blood and should be treated as such. He will be the grunt of the club. Is that what you want for your boy?"

My body begins to shake at his words. My pulse is racing. It's as I thought. He says he would treat Kolby well with my cooperation, but the joy in his tone as he detailed how he would mistreat him was too prevalent. He has already decided that will be my son's treatment. My chest starts to hurt as I think of what Kolby would endure because of this man.

I refuse to let it happen.

"Fine. I'll cooperate," I find myself saying. "Can you untie me now?"

My mom laughs. "You think we trust your word just like that? No. You will have to prove you are trustworthy before you lose your shackles. Admitting you want this is a nice first step, though. Once Colt and your father are taken care of, we can move you back into the family home with Morgue. Everything will be alright," she says, her finger in Kolby's mouth seemingly calming him down.

They are both crazy. What am I going to do to get out of this?

Then I hear a noise in the hall.

"What the fuck is that?" Morgue asks right before the door opens.

I can only hope whoever it is will save me.