Fury - Page 79

Chapter Thirty Six

She shrugged her arm free of my grasp, her face strained, her blue eyes sparkling more than I had ever seen them before. Maybe for the first time I would see her cry. But then she turned around, storming towards the door, not giving me a chance to rethink those words, or get over suddenly seeing her here in my mam’s house.

“Go after her, son,” her voice was gentle behind me. “Go after her. Because she had the balls to come back here. To go to the clubhouse and track you down. She didn’t have to do that. With her money, she could have anyone she wants. But she wants you.”

“She left, mam. She walked away and didn’t come back.”

“She did come back. She came back now. Don’t let her get away again, son.”

“You just want grandkids, mam. So, any woman will do.”

“I do want grand bairns. But not just with anyone. I want their mother to be tough, resilient, determined. You couldn’t have found a better one. But most of all, I want my son to be happy. I’ve only ever seen you truly happy with one woman. And that happiness is walking down the street right now.”

Smiling, I turned to the woman that seemed to shrink before my very eyes, and bent down, kissing the top of her head. Then I spun and ran out the door.

Heidi was a fleck in the distance walking away up the street, long legs taking her away from me fast. I broke into a jog, the distance between us decreasing. A van in front of me veered across the road towards her. It stopped. Men jumping out, surrounding her. I broke pace, sprinting now, too far away. My arms pumped. My chest heaved. Her arms flailed, waving around, then they stopped suddenly, her body falling. Falling into the arms of a masked man. He dragged her towards the back of the van. I pushed harder, the steep hill taking away my speed. The back doors of the van clanged shut. A few more steps. The van sped off, roaring away from me. The last thing I saw was the number plate.

The same number plate from the van in the churchyard that night. The same number plate I’d seen each time I watched that footage back.

Turning, I sped back down the bank, pulling out my phone, punching in Magnet’s name.

“Aye?” He answered.

“Get your bikes. Now! Someone’s just taken Heidi. Tell Demon he is with me.”

I wasn’t even back to the house when men streamed out of it, running to the bikes, the growl of Harley’s starting up like a bomb going off. I jumped into the truck, wedging my keys into the ignition, slamming it into reverse and out into the street, not stopping as Demon ran alongside, yanking the passenger door open and jumping in, just as I forced the accelerator to the floor. The truck roared up the street, the Harleys in pursuit.

“Which way did they go?” Demon shouted.

I took a left, Demon falling against the passenger side door.

“This way,” I grunted, my eyes on the road, searching for the white van and seeing nothing.

I scanned left and right. Nothing. No sign. No sign at all. I’d seen it go left at the top of the street and now we’d lost it.

“Fuck!” I roared into the space in the cab. “Fuck.”

I slowed the truck, trying to think.

“We need access to the cameras,” I shouted. “Who’s our contact?”

“Sargeant Simple in Northumbria police,” Demon stated, using our nickname for the officer we bribed.

“Ring him.”

Demon pushed his mobile to his ear, frowning.

“No answer.”

“That fucker needs a lesson. Get someone to make sure he knows to answer his phone to us when we ring him,” I instructed. “Who else we got? Fuck, man!” I yelled at the traffic in front, hitting the steering wheel with the palm of my hands.

“I dunno. That contact of the O’Sullivans?”

“That’ll take us too long to get through to them.” I frowned, thumbing through the names on my phone.

I don’t know why I still had his number. And I hoped to God he hadn’t changed it. The phone rang. And rang.

“Brother?” He answered, his voice low and cold on the other end.