He pales when he sees me, putting his hands up in surrender.“I’m fucking sorry, Ghost.”
“Go back to the clubhouse.Prez is coming up with a plan.”
He nods, gets on his bike, and rides away.
I check the area for anything I can find and speak to the lady at the bookstore.I’m about to get back on my bike when I see Angel’s text.
Angel
She was kidnapped in the parking lot.Two men.
Motherfucker.
Who would do this?
I have a reputation, and most men wouldn’t dare.
By the time I ride back to the clubhouse, Prez is standing by the gates, waiting for me.
In his hands, he’s holding Xanthe’s phone.There’s a sticky note with a phone number on top of it.
“We’ll get her back,” Prez vows, clapping me on the shoulder.“Let’s call and see what they want.”
We all sit around the table in church, my phone on speaker as I call the number.
“Where is she?”It’s the first thing I ask.
There’s a pause, and then, “Son, nice to hear your voice.It’s been a long time, hasn’t it?”
Son?
No.
That fucker was meant to be locked up for another four years.
“What do you want?”I rasp.“And if she even has a scratch on her, I’m going to fucking kill you.”
I’m going to do that anyway.He just doesn’t know it yet.
“One hundred thousand dollars.Meet me this afternoon, and we’ll trade.”
I glance up at Prez, who nods.“Okay, message me where, and don’t fucking hurt her.”
He laughs, but there’s no humor in it.“We’ll see.”He ends the call, and then I stand up and finally let out all my rage.
My brothers move away while I pick up my chair and throw it at the wall.“I should have ended that miserable fuck years ago,” I roar.
“Ghost, keep it together, or you won’t be fucking going to the meet point,” Prez yells out, crossing his arms over his chest.“We will get her back.You have my word.”
“I’m fucking going,” I force past clenched teeth.
Logic knows no place right now.I’m so angry I’m seeing red, and I’m so scared for my woman.
This is my past coming to haunt me, and because I was too weak to deal with it back then, my darkness has now come for her.
Pushing past all my brothers, I head to the gym and punch the shit out of one of the bags.
I don’t care about the money.I’d pay every cent I have for her to be back in my arms.
