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Chapter Thirty-Seven
We made the one hour, thirty-minute ride in a little over an hour. Thank fuck the road was clear, and once again Deacon had our backs, telling us where the traffic officers would be, but warning us that if we came off our bikes at high speeds, it was our own fucking fault.
Optimus would one day have to acknowledge just how often Deacon puts his ass on the line for the club.
Leo met us around the corner from the hotel, parking our bikes in the parking lot of the mall a few streets over. We tried to follow the overhang of the buildings as we made our way toward the hotel, not sure if he would be able to see us out a window or anything.
“I called the hotel and asked them to put me through to his room,” Leo explained as we hurried toward the building. “Thankfully he’s a fucking idiot and instantly said, ‘You weren’t meant to call until tonight.’”
Before we’d left the clubhouse, I’d had the thought to give Leo the username of the person who bought Sugar. He’d been able to use that to change meeting times with Eric, so he thought he was expecting the buyer, but we were about to get in first. It eased the ache in my chest a little, knowing that she was still there and from the looks of the pictures he had posted, that she wasn’t harmed.
Optimus’ cell went off just before we reached the building and we all stopped as he checked it. “Almost everyone is here. All our boys, and Kit and his boys should be here in around twenty minutes.”
Two entire clubs, coming together in this city, ready to bring my girl home. I pushed my shoulders back. This was what a brotherhood was. Men who have never met Sugar, hanging out in different cities and riding for hours, willing to do whatever it takes without any fucking question, because they knew what she meant to me, and they knew what she meant to the club.
She was my Old Lady.
Family backs up family.
No fucking matter what.
“I want her back right now,” I said harshly, venom in my words. I was like a snake, poised and ready to fucking strike. My poison ready for whoever tried to get in my way. Blood was going to spill today, and I would gladly bathe in it.
Nobody takes what was mine.
Nobody hurt the people I fucking cared about.
We strolled through the front doors of the hotel, the swanky upper-class atmosphere so incredibly Eric Deanwell.How could he have chosen anywhere else?
Leo stepped forward, explaining to the girl behind the counter who we were there to see.
“Oh yes, he’s expecting you,” she said with a smile. “He’s on the top floor, which means the elevator opens directly into the suite. So once it reaches there, just wait a few moments and he will buzz you in.”
“Thank you, ma’am,” Leo replied politely, and we veered off in the direction of the elevators. As soon as we were inside and the doors were closed, we all reached for our guns, checking the chambers and clicking them back into place. I flicked my safety off because I knew I wasn’t going to stall, the minute I had a shot at him he was a dead man. Or maybe I should shoot out his knee cap and just play with him for a while. Make him feel real pain.
The elevator stopped at the top floor and we hung there, our guns raised at the doorway, for anything. I didn’t know if he had men with him, or if he was working alone. I wasn’t sure what to expect from him.
A buzzing noise sounded and slowly but surely the elevator swept open. I stepped out, my gun still up and ready, my eye looking for a target.
“In the bedroom. Please come through,” his voice called out, the noise echoing against the walls. “You said in your first email that you wouldn’t be here until after six. I’m fine with you coming early, I’m just thrown off.”
I looked at Leo, who nodded. “Our flight plans changed last minute. You got the girl in there?” he asked, lowering his voice just slightly and trying to get rid of some of this southern accent.
“Yeah,” Eric called back. “I’m telling you, those photos just didn’t do her justice.”
Blizzard slipped into the bathroom before we made it to the bedroom. Op’s gaze met mine and he nodded for me to go in first, simply because he knew that if there was a shot that I’d want to be the one to take it.
Baby mama or not.
She was mine now.
I inhaled deeply, and then slipped through the doorway, my aim quickly finding its target. I should have taken the shot, but Sugar’s limp body threw me off as he held her around the waist beside him. Eric quickly moved her, pulling Sugar in front of his body, using her as a fucking coward’s shield.
“Put her down,” I growled, trying to keep my gun steady as I eyed her from head to toe.
She was dressed now in a silky nightgown that was see-through and barely reached her thighs. My temper rose higher. Her eyes flicked up to mine, but there was nothing behind them, they were blank. There was no emotion behind them, almost as if she didn’t recognize me.
My heart slammed against my chest. “What the hell have you done to her?”
