Emma
For three weeks, Steele Custom Bikes had been the closest thing I’d had to a home.
Now Derek was heading there.
I watched Jake’s expression change as Nash delivered the news. The softness I’d seen in his office disappeared, replaced by the hard, unreadable face of the Steele Riders’ president.
“How long ago did he leave the house?” Jake demanded.
“Rachel says roughly forty minutes before the marshals got her out,” Nash answered. “But she doesn’t know where he went. He told her he had one last stop, and when she asked where, he said the place where his wife learned to disobey him.”
My stomach twisted.
That sounded exactly like Derek.
Jake grabbed his phone. “Bones, tell me the shop is still empty.”
A moment passed.
“Good. Keep it that way. Nobody goes near the building until
