by Nicole Fox
That's when he saw something on the ground. A piece of notebook paper with a scrawling handwritten note on its surface. He went over and picked the discarded page up, read over it. “You should look after the people you care about – Adam.”
Adam. Where did he recognize that name from?
He scrolled back through all his friends over the years, all the people he'd known or made enemies of. One name in particular stood out. A kid he used to run with, way back in the day.
Adam had been a friend once, long ago. When he was younger, he'd hung out with a bunch of wannabe bikers. Kids whose dads were in MCs, or whose dads had always wanted to be in an MC. They'd ride their little 50cc dirt bikes around out in the woods, smoke cigarettes, drink cheap beer they'd gotten with a “Hey Mister?” from the local gas station.
But, that couldn't have been Adam in that shitty flophouse apartment. The Adam he knew was a skinny kid, all bones and sinew. The guy that had attacked him had been a fucking giant. But, now, as Danny thought about the other biker who'd come after him with a baseball bat, he realized that the batter was him. Those eyes, those crazy fucking eyes that Adam had. They were still the same, even after all these years.
His gaze had been intense, unnerving. Some of the other guys had been scared of him, thought he was a little too crazy, even for their group. He'd just always been the type of guy to tie fireworks to a cat's tail, or shoot birds with a pellet gun. Kid's shit, but Adam always took a little bit too much joy in things of that nature.
Adam.
How could he not have realized who had been terrorizing him all this time, until now? How could he have been so stupid?
He crumpled up the paper in his hand, his face twisting into a grimace as he roared his pain and anger. This wasn't fair. Sara didn't deserve to be a target of this shit. It should have been Danny, not the mother of his child.
Danny pulled out his phone and went through the text messages. He scrolled to the series of texts he'd received earlier, when his brother had been in trouble. The ones threatening to get him to overdose.
“A, Free Jackal,” the text had been signed.
Not “A Free Jackal,” like Danny had originally thought! Instead, the sign-off had been, “Adam, Free Jackal.” He growled, stuffed his phone away, and began to pace. Okay, this didn't make any goddamned sense. He knew Adam, that much was clear. And the guy was holding a grudge against him, and his family, for something. But why? And for what? He hadn't done anything to the guy, hadn't ever gone out of his way to slight him or hurt him.
Did he want money? Did he want something to brag to his buddies about? He was a Jackal, so it could be tied to that.
Well, whatever the reason was, Danny was pretty sure he had Sara. Which meant, first and foremost, he had to get her back. That was his main priority. Figuring out the motivations of a fucking psychopath could come later, once he had her back safe and sound.
He pulled his phone out again and started to call Thorn and the rest of the guys. He'd need help if he was going to find her and get her back. He couldn't do this alone.
# # #
Danny had searched everywhere he could think of in town. But, when that hadn't panned out, he started to look over near the university. Restless, he cruised up and down the streets in the early morning, looking for any sign of her. His head swiveled back and forth to either side of the road as he tried to put the pieces together.
No luck. No signs. No clues. Only heart ache and worry. He pulled over at a twenty-four hour diner, one of the late-night breakfast places, and stopped in for a cup of coffee.
“You alright tonight, hon?” the waitress asked as she placed the cup of coffee he'd ordered down in front of him.
Danny grunted. “Yeah. Just keep the coffee coming. Got a long night ahead of me.”
The waitress, her own long night ahead of her, nodded her agreement to the sentiments.
He took a sip of coffee. As he was setting his cup back down, his phone vibrated. He snatched his cell up, hoping for some news from Thorn or one of the other guys.
Instead, there was another text message from Adam, on that unknown number. His breath caught in his chest. This could be what he needed, good or ill. A clue to find her. A clue to save Sara.
“Do you think she'll survive being frozen out like I was?” the message read.
Frozen out . . . sounded like a freezer, maybe. Maybe that, or a refrigeration unit, or trailer. Old meat lockers. It could be almost anything.
He picked up the phone and called Thorn.
“Yeah?” Thorn growled on the other end of the line when he picked up.
“Tell the guys to check refrigeration units, old warehouses, that kind of thing. Anywhere they can think of a walk-in cooler unit. He said something about freezing out, so maybe that's the clue we're looking for.”
“Got it, Danny,” Thorn rumbled. “You holding up alright?” he asked, concern in his voice.
“No,” Danny said, “I'm not. I'll keep looking out here. If you hear anything, let me know.”
“Yep,” Thorn simply replied, then the line was dead.
He tossed his phone down on the table, next to his coffee. He ran both his hands back through his hair, staring down into the deep abyss that was the swirling black liquid in front of him.
That's where she was. In the abyss. Deep enough, and far enough, away that he couldn't reach out and touch her. But all he could do was make a desperate grab for her and try to pull her back to him. The struggle to set things right was all he had anymore.
Tonight wasn't a good night for Danny Skinner. Or Sara Taylor.
Chapter Thirty-Three
Danny
The sun peaked up over the horizon, sending its wake-up call across town. Danny, parked at a gas station half-way between the college and home, heard a rooster crow three times in the distance. The previous night had been cold, and mist and dew covered everything in a fine, wet patina.
The last few hours had been for nothing. He'd gone by the crackhouse apartment where they'd found Jed. The door had been locked up, so he'd gone around to the balcony Adam had originally escaped out of and broken the sliding glass door. The glass fell in a thousand pieces, covering the floor and the patio.
The apartment was deserted, except for the same sense of despair that had weighed down the air before. Needles littered the carpet, and more cigarette burns scarred the furniture. But, no Sara. He'd ducked out before the cops could get called. Which, knowing that place, could take hours. But, there was no sense in taking chances. Especially since he needed to be out to find her.
He wiped a hand down over his face and rubbed his eyes before taking another sip of black coffee.
His thoughts circled back around to Adam's words: “Frozen out . . . like I was.”
The guys had searched all the frozen coolers they could think of, places that a guy like Adam could get access to without raising any suspicion. No dice. They hadn't found a thing.
Danny thought back to his time knowing Adam. They'd played in the woods as kids, riding around, causing whatever trouble they could get away with. Honestly, they hadn't been bad times. Maybe just misguided. Just the kind of stupid things teenage boys got into when they had idle hands.
They'd had a little spot in the trees, a ways away from any back road, and far enough away from any of the main roads. Giant oaks had surrounded the place, giving them shade throughout the spring and summer, and they'd had a little clubhouse of sorts built around the base of one of them, and a small fire pit just outside for when the weather turned cold. They'd pile up logs and dead branches and huddle in close to the flames, trying desperately to keep warm.
And, man, had it gotten cold out there. One would think that the trees would form a sort of windbreak and offer some protection, but around this time of year that wind would start whipping out of the west like it was nothing.
That was when the realization hit him.
The old woods, where they'd gone as kids.
Damn it a
ll to hell, why'd he have to be so blind?
He tossed his cup and the last of its coffee on the ground, adrenaline pumping through him as a more–than-ample replacement for caffeine, and hopped back on his bike. He took off out of the parking lot and got onto the highway. He opened up the throttle and took off, stitching a line through the early morning traffic.
“Sara,” he mumbled against the cold, biting wind, “I'm coming for you.”
# # #
“Sara?” he yelled, using both hands as a megaphone for his hoarse voice. So many years had passed, he barely recognized the place. The trail they used as kids to bring their mopeds and bikes down was overgrown and washed out, and he'd had to park on the back road. Now, he was scrambling through the prickling and grabbing underbrush, yelling her name every twenty feet or so.
No luck, though. All he could hear was that biting wind as it laced itself through the trees and sent up a rattling of dead branches and fallen leaves. The trees around him seemed to moan, taunting him with their cries, as the air itself shook them. The place felt deserted, abandoned, dead.
“Danny?” a distant, weak voice called back from somewhere deeper in the woods. “Is that you?”
He heard the despair in her voice and took off at a breakneck run, low-hanging limbs tearing at his clothes and hair. A big scraggly branch ripped across his cheek, tearing his skin and releasing a trickle of blood. It rolled down his cheek as he sprinted through the tree's grabbing branches.
“Sara?” he called again.
“Here!” she called back from somewhere off to his left. “I'm over here!”
He turned her direction and took off at a sprint, batting away branches as he pounded the earth with his booted feet. He broke through a line of evergreens and came upon their old clubhouse, its corrugated metal walls and roof rusted through. The old, makeshift structure had barely stood the test of time.
“Danny!” Sara called, drawing his attention up to the little ridge that overlooked the remnants of his youth.
He'd at least left her sitting against the base of the tree, but he'd tied her hands above her head to the trunk. Her legs were coiled in the dead, rotting leaves and grass, with several thick cords of rope looped around her waist to prevent her from moving. Leaves littered her hair, and small abrasions marked where her face had been scratched by the underbrush and dead branches when he'd brought her through.
Danny swore. This motherfucker was going to pay!
“I'm coming, babe!” He scrambled up the short ridge, rocks and dirt falling beneath his feet as he climbed to the top. His heart pounded in his throat, and blood rushed in his ears. He topped the ridge and ran to her, stumbling but then righting himself, as he made his way across the forest floor.
“Danny,” she sobbed, tears of relief running down her face as he pulled his pocket knife and began to cut through the restraints.
“It's okay, babe, I'm here, I got you.”
“Please,” she sobbed again, her tears flowing like Niagara Falls, “please, I want to go home. I just want to go home.”
Danny cut her hands loose and they lamely dropped into her lap. He circled around and cut the bonds from her wrists. He went to pick her hands up, to examine the dark welts that had formed in the skin form being bound all night, but she snatched them away.
“Please, Danny,” she rasped between sniffs as she cradled her hands to her chest. “Just take me home. I want to go home.”
He took his heavy jacket off and draped it over her shoulders, saying, “It's okay, babe. I got you.” He knelt down in the loam and rotting leaves, looked her in the eyes. “I'll get you home, and won't leave your side.”
She forcefully looked away. “Please, just take me home.”
Danny's heart sunk. First the argument, and now this. He'd never rebuild the trust that had been lost. He'd never come back from the damage done to her, all because he dragged her into his world.
# # #
Sara
She walked around her apartment, just looking. She'd sent Danny away, despite his protests. But, she couldn't feel safe with him around. He had been the one to drag her into this, into this miserable world of his. She'd just wanted to have a child, then disappear from this shitty town to raise it on her own. But, her feelings for him wouldn't let her.
But, then Danny had to get wrapped up in this turf war with the Free Jackals, and this Adam guy. All over honor. It was just like a man to fight over something that stupid, over something you couldn't hear, see, taste, or hold. What about her? Wasn't she better than honor?
Honor couldn't hold you tight at night and keep the cold away. Honor couldn't wipe away your tears when you were sad, and the world was caving in around you.
And honor couldn't raise a baby. Mothers and fathers did that. Of course, at this rate, her baby might not even get to see the light of day. Not if she stuck around Danny, at least.
She touched her hand to her belly. Even though she wasn't showing yet, she knew her baby was inside her, struggling to live and grow. It was like a seedling, and she had to give it good, healthy soil before it could break the surface and see the light.
Between her landlord invading her space, and now this man Adam, she knew she couldn't raise her child here. Never. This was poisoned ground, now. She didn't even know if she could stay the night by herself surrounded by these four walls, and she'd be damned if she was going to have Danny spend the evening with her.
He was the root of this. She may have loved him, and she may have still cared about him. But, none of these things would have happened without him in her life. None of them.
Something needed to change. And that something was Danny.
Danny Reynolds would still have his baby in nine months, she was sure about that. She'd move mountains and redirect rivers to make sure this child was born safe and healthy, and grew up right.
But, Danny wouldn't have its mother. Not in a million years, even. Of that, she was just as certain.
Chapter Thirty-Four
Danny
He'd been furious at first when Sara refused to talk to him. Absolutely, brain-jammingly furious that the mother of his own child wouldn't say a single word to him. It had taken everything he had to respect her wishes. Now, he'd just resigned himself that things would happen when they happened.
Now, as he sat in the driveway at his house with Jed, sipping on some beers and working on an old bike the Fallen Knights had dug up for his younger brother, he still didn't know how to act. It had only been a couple weeks, but she was already gone from that crappy apartment. She and Penny had moved most of her stuff into storage and packed up what little was left in the dumpster by the side of the road.
“Talked to Sara yet?” Jed asked as he handed a fresh beer to his brother. They'd hit a good stopping point on the bike, and were just taking a break to relax and hang out with each other. Just like siblings did.
“What do you think?” Danny replied.
“That'd be a 'no,'” as he copped a squat next to him.
Danny shook his head. “I got a routine now, I guess, which is kinda nice. Saddest fucking excuse for a routine I've ever heard of, though.”
“Oh yeah? What's that?”
“Wake up, get coffee, eat breakfast, work out,” he cracked his beer and took a foamy drink, “ride down to Penny's and see if she'll talk to me.”
“Every morning?” Jed said, laughing.
“Every morning. Set your watch by it.”
“Why dude?” his brother asked. “Why would you put yourself through that shit?”
Danny rolled his eyes. “This coming from the dude who ran off with Brittney? You're kidding me, right?”
Jed laughed. “Nah, I guess you're right. God, that was stupid of me. Stupid of you, too.”
“What's so stupid about me?”
“Man, you need to just cut your losses. Do you think she'll really come back to your sorry ass?”
Danny set his beer down between his legs. “Know what really gets me?
”
“What?”
“I don't know that she will, but I know that she will. Like, if I just keep the faith or some stupid shit like that, she'll let me come back. She'll forgive me, you know?”
“Forgive you? You didn't do anything wrong, man.”
Danny shrugged. “I didn't protect her. I shouldn't have left that night to go have a meeting with the guys. I should have been there. If I had, Adam wouldn't have come up on her place like that, busted in and taken her.”
