Page 36 of Lost King

Reaching up, I grab hold of her shoulders to steady her before delivering the blow. "I'm sorry, sweetheart." This shit right here is the toughest part about being the club President. Having to deliver the news to a mother her son is missing all while everyone else around you is looking for guidance; looking at you like you have the answers to make the nightmare go away, only you're dying on the inside just like the rest of them wondering what the hell I am supposed to do. Hell, I know what I want to do, and that's tear this whole fuckin' town apart until I find every one of those sons of bitches, shove my gun down their throats and send them straight to hell. Those pussies will be begging for the devil's mercy by the time my club is through with them because that bastard doesn't have shit on the wrath The Kings will be dishing out. My brother is missing. Taken by some piece of shit men who have the nerve to come into my town and fuck with my family. The woman in my arms lets out the most painful cry I have ever heard, and I haul her up into my arms and carry her inside.

When I walk in all eyes are on me. Ignoring every one's shocked and somber faces, I stride across the room, up the stairs and to the room I know Vicky is staying in. It's the room right across from Quinn's. No sooner do I set Vicky down on the bed, Bennett walks into the room with his medic bag and Lisa trailing behind him. He kneels on the floor in front of her. "Everything's going to be alright. Ya hear me?"

"You bring my boy home, J.D. I want you to promise me right here, right now, you'll bring him home."

"You have my word, sweetheart."

Looking at Bennett, I give him the go ahead, and watch as he pulls a syringe and vile from his bag. "I want you to let Bennett give you something to help you calm down. You stay here and rest. I'm going to send someone over to the hospital to stay with Quinten, and the girls will keep an eye on Kat."

Vicky lets out another sob and nods. Once Bennett administers the shot I turn to Lisa, she cuts me off knowing what I am about to ask. "I'll stay with Vicky. You men go get shit done. Bring our boy home."

When I step out of Vicky's room, I come face to face with my boys, Logan, Reid, and Gabriel. All three carry the same look. One of retribution. No words are spoken as I stride past them. They fall in and follow behind me as I make my way back out to the common room.

Meeting Austin's eyes across the room, I signal him over. "I want you to get to the hospital ASAP. Your ass doesn't move from Quentin's room until he is discharged tomorrow. You put a bullet in the head of anyone not hospital staff or family, no questions asked."

Austin tips his head. "You got it Prez," then turns on his heel and leaves without another word.

Scanning the room, I see our entire family is accounted for. All our women and children along with my parents sit silently while looking at me. My eyes land on Rain and Ember who are on the floor in the far corner playing with the children. Reading my thoughts, Rain and Ember gather the children and usher them out of the room towards the back of the clubhouse to the playroom. When they pass us, I notice Remi holding Kat's hand in support. She doesn't know the details of what's happened, but she knows something has happened to her brother. I halt Remi's movements and kiss the top of her head silently thanking her for comforting her friend.

Once the room is clear of children I speak. "I'm sure you all know by now a little of what has happened. Quinn is missing." When those words leave my mouth, I hear sobs echo off the clubhouse walls. "You know I can't go into great detail about what's happening, but rest assured me and my men will be bringing our brother home, and those responsible will pay." I make sure to look directly at Emerson when I deliver my last statement. She is the one I worry about the most. Emerson is pregnant with Quinn's child. The stress and worry of this situation can be dangerous for her pregnancy. There is too much at stake right now.

Jerking my head toward the door to my left, I motion for the guys to follow as I walk into church. Slamming the gavel down, I bring church to order—the plethora of emotions filling the room right now is thick and heavy. The unprecedented events of today brought on a storm of epic proportions. Not once in the history of this club have we had to face the fact that one of our brothers has been taken. The Kings have seen it all and been through some of the most devastating circumstances regarding the women we love, but this is new territory. Quinn is our brother; a part of who we are. The Kings would not be The Kings without him.

"You ready, Prez?" Reid asks bringing me to attention. At my nod, Reid syncs his laptop with the monitor on the wall and pulls up the security feed from when our brother was taken. The club is responsible for the security system at the youth center. When we arrived at Liam's hospital room and learned what happened, Reid didn't waste any time gathering the evidence we needed. As soon as he hits play every eye in the room watches as a couple of men wearing Satans Reapers cuts emerge from the shadows and grab Liam. Then we watch as Quinn steps into frame and what happens from there has me seeing red.

Jumping from my seat, I grab my chair and hurl it across the room and watch as it shatters against the brick wall. "Son of a fuckin' bitch!" I boom. Nobody says a word. The room goes silent and serves as yet another reminder Quinn is gone. By now he would have made some snide comment, and I would have threatened him with a bullet to his ass for it. With my hands resting on my hips I close my eyes and rein in my temper. My men are looking to me for what to do next and losing my cool will not help the situation.

Once I've calmed, I turn, face my club and deliver my orders. "Reid, get back on your computer and tap into every Goddamn camera in Polson. See if you can catch sight of any one of those sons of bitches. Demetri, I want you and Nikolai to bring in some of your men to keep watch on the clubhouse and our families. With my guys out looking for Quinn I'll need some backup on the home front."

"You got it my friend," Demetri agrees before he and Nikolai leave the room and both men start speaking rapid-fire Russian into their cells.

"Bennett, I want you to keep a watch on Emerson. All this stress is not good for her and the baby. I want her checked on the hour every hour."

Lastly, I turn to Logan and Gabriel. "I'm going to put a call into the Louisiana chapter. We need all the manpower we can get. The more eyes, the better. In the meantime, I want you to get out there and tear the motherfuckin' state of Montana apart."

The second the room is clear I sit back down at the table and make a call. It's time for reinforcements. Dialing the number, it rings twice before I hear Riggs's gruff voice coupled by loud music and a giggling woman.

"Jake."

"Riggs."

The tone of my voice must alert Riggs that something is wrong because I hear him bark out a few commands and the background noise ceases.

"Talk to me, brother."

"That prospect you let go of hooked up with another club, the Satans Reapers. Cock suckers snatched Quinn a few hours ago."

"Fuck!" Riggs hisses. "What you need from me? Anything and it's yours."

"I need you and every available brother you have to haul ass to Montana, brother."

"You got it, Jake. My men and I will be headed your way before sunrise."

"I owe ya one, Riggs."

"Hell no you don't. That's what brothers are for."

Running my palm over my weary face, I rest my elbows on my knees. Closing my eyes, I drift back to the day a scrawny mischievous kid with a busted lip, and black eye walked into my clubhouse.