by Bella Knight
They cleaned up the houpa and sent the minister on her way, and all stood, glasses in hand, to watch the sunset. They started a fire in the fire pit, roasted marshmallows and made s’mores. They all danced to wild, skirling pipes, and drums and violins. They felt gorgeous and happy.
Pair by pair, the happy couples took their limos to the airport. Lily and Ace were going to New York, and the boys would come later to see the Statue of Liberty and the Empire State Building. Ghost and Alicia were going to Jamaica for rum and sun and dancing. Callie and Ivy were going to Key West. Bella would come with the girls later, But, for now, they were going to a hotel on the beach to enjoy each other and to rest.
They shared one last goodbye, and the last limo pulled out. Inola and Henry took Hu, Grace, and Elena to the ranch. Keiran and Pavel stayed, and got a surprise… a full set of club leathers. Gregory took them to get the club skull tattoos. Gregory and the boys came back, sore but riding high, to the tents set up on the beach, with the party still going on until dawn.
New York
Lily passed Ace a walnut bagel. “Regular cream cheese or strawberry?”
“Strawberry,” he said. He smeared it on.
“Lion King?” asked Ivy.
“Wonderful show, from what I hear,” said Ace. “But it’s Disney originally, and they may think that we think they’re still little boys.”
Ivy snorted. “I’m not taking them to see Chicago.” Ace waved his “jazz hands” and Lily snorted again.
“Cats, Aladdin, Wicked. Phantom of the Opera.”
“Phantom,” said Ace.
“I’ll book the tickets,” said Lily. Her phone buzzed in her hand. “Henry,” she said, opening the text. “That’s weird. It’s four in the morning there.”
“I guess he figured we’d be up all night.” He rubbed her bare feet.
“It’s been five days!” she said.
She pulled up the text. Her feet hit the floor. “He says Keiran and Pavel are alright. My brother has been kidnapped. One dead, one injured.”
Ace leaned forward. “Henry is the only one who knows where your brother is. How could anyone else?”
Lily stood, and went over to the closet, pulled out the suitcases, and threw each one on the bed.
Ace called Henry. He answered. “Ace here,” said Ace. “When did it happen?”
“An hour ago,” said Henry. “Just found out.” His voice was low, gruff, very unlike the cultured teacher.
“Going back now,” said Ace.
“Ride safe,” said Henry. The line went dead.
“Call the airline,” Ace said to Lily. “Move our ticket back to right now.”
“Las Vegas? Isn’t my brother in Oregon or Wyoming or something?”
“Devlin wasn’t kidnapped,” said Ace. “Henry was. They’ve got Henry.”
“What the fuck?” asked Lily, calling the airline.
Ace went to the bathroom, coming out with both of their toiletry kits.
“One, he doesn’t sound right. Two, he said ‘Ride safe,’ and we flew here. Third, he didn’t use our code word.”
“Salmon,” said Lily, calling up the airline’s website. “He didn’t text it, either.”
She typed in their return ticket codes, and changed them to the next flight to Vegas with one thumb up, all while throwing her clothes into the suitcase with the other hand. Keiran called the school, making sure the boys were safe. He threw his clothes in his suitcase, then ran around the room making sure they had everything. They both zipped up their suitcases.
“Let’s roll!” he said.
“Thank you for being so beautiful.” Lily looked at him in wonder as they hurried to the terminal.
“Beauty is in the eye of the beholder…”
Lost MC book 4
When the beautiful Henry, the head of the Nighthawks, is kidnapped under mysterious circumstances, Ivy, Ace, Gregory, Tito, and the rest of the Nighthawks go hunting for him. Things are gonna get real messy. And someone's going to pay for this mistake... especially if Ivy's got anything to say about it.
Cold, raw, and relentless is what they'll turn into for one of their own. And nothing can stop their search, which will be high and low, sweeping the area for clues to win him back. After all, this is one of their own... the leader of the pack.
Can they find Henry before it's too late? And can they find the allies they need against these vicious enemies that might cross the border? And, if they recover him, can they also manage to recover themselves? Let's get these bastards. Let's ride!
Lost MC - Nighthawks Motorcycle club
About the Author
Bella Knight writes what she loves--romance, Bad Boy Bikers to Hot Rockstars to sexy Sports Romances love. She feels the love from her Las Vegas home from her rescue animals and her various love interests. She is constantly reading and writing, and she also leaves the animals with friends from time to time and hops on planes. She enjoys life to the fullest.
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