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CHAPTERTWENTY-SEVEN
RIFF
The clubhouse comes into view, and I can’t wait to see Tanner. I’m even more excited to fuck her. I don’t give a shit what that makes me sound like. I enjoy having sex with her, and since she’s my woman, I am allowed to do just that.
Paige is riding on the back of Frogger’s bike when we pull up. Placing my hands on my hips, I look around. There are double the cars that there usually are here. This looks like a lockdown situation and my stomach drops at the sight.
Walking into the clubhouse, I don’t wait for the other men or Paige to disengage from their own bikes. I rush inside of the room, and looking around, I notice all of the people. Marilyn is in the corner with Moxie and a few of the other girls. Luella and her daughter, Magnolia, are sitting at another table, along with Alessia.
Ivory, who is always in everyone’s fucking business, marches right up to me like a little fucking bulldog.
“Where the fuck is she? Prez has us all locked up in here, worried because Ironfist can’t find your woman and they’re convinced it’s the LA Mafia,” she snaps. “But I don’t buy it.”
“Where iswho?” I ask, my heart slamming against my ribs. I’m pretty sure I know what she’s saying, but I need to hear the actual words. I need to hear them in plain English.
Ivory opens her mouth, but it’s Luella who jumps off of her chair, making her way toward me as she says something. And what she says causes my whole fucking world to stop turning,immediately.
“Tanner. Where is she?” she asks.
I don’t know how I stay upright, but somehow, I do. The door to the clubhouse flies open and the men walk in, Paige at their backs. I don’t look back at them though, I couldn’t give a fuck about Paige or any of that shit, my attention is on the women in front of me. The women who have just said, who have just fucking told me, that my woman is missing…mine.
Tanner.
“What the fuck are you talking about?” I demand.
I watch for a moment as they exchange a glance before Marilyn joins our little circle. “Prez wanted to see you as soon as you got in,” she says on a whisper.
Shaking my head once, I open my mouth to pass on a message to Prez that he can fuck himself because my focus is Tanner and nothing else, but I don’t. Maybe he has some information for me, and if he doesn’t, maybe I can take my anger out on him because I fucking left her here for them to protect and nobody fucking protected her.
Instead of saying any of this shit to Marilyn, I dip my chin and turn toward the hallway before I take off in a jog. It doesn’t take me long to arrive at his office door. Just a few seconds, but I’m breathing… panting, like I went balls to the wall running for a mile.
I don’t bother knocking as I walk into the office. Prez is sitting behind the desk, his gaze slowly lifting to mine before he jerks his chin toward the two chairs in front of me, motioning for me to sit down.
I do, but inwardly I’m fucking reluctant.
I want whatever this is to just get out so I can get to work finding my woman.
“Tanner is missing. I think it’s the LA Mafia. Don’t know who else it could be. We’ve been on their radar for a while, and you know how they like to use women in their battles. They haven’t been buying my bullshit excuses on why I want to build my allies for a while, so it’s just a matter of time at this point.”
Nodding my head, I lift my hand and run my fingers through my hair. It’s a ratted mess from riding and I make a note to put it up as soon as I’m done here because I don’t have the time to brush it.
“Who do I kill?” I demand. “Point me in the direction and I’m there. Tanner doesn’t know fuck about shit when it comes to the club. So, she’s no doubt scared out of her fucking skull right now. And if any of them hurt her, I’m going to make them fucking pay.”
Prez snorts, shaking his head, but I can tell that he finds nothing about this humorous. “Nobody yet. First, we have to find out if it was even them,” he murmurs. “I know I’ve been building forces against them, but I just can’t imagine they would do that right now. As much as I’m sure they are fucking ridiculous and know that we’re doing something, I don’t think they would just act out this way. They need us.”
He’s right. All of the signs point away from the LA Mafia and more toward Sinks, wherever the fuck he is. I have to tell him what I’ve learned in Louisiana. He needs to know about Sinks, about Paige and her abusive old man. Because I have a feeling that they are all the key to finding my woman.
Clearing my throat, I sit back in my chair and force myself to relax before I start the story, because I have a feeling this is where my woman is, somewhere with fucking Sinks. I don’t think it’s the LA Mafia at all. Nothing else makes sense and there is no way that it’s all just a fucking coincidence.
I close my eyes for a moment after I’ve told the whole story, then open them again and look across the desk at Prez. He looks like he’s about to start throwing shit and I don’t blame him at all, because I feel the exact same way.
“I would bet this is who has your woman,” Prez mutters. “Fuck,” he hisses. “We need to find that bastard.”
“I bet he’s the type that would find us, too,” I say. “He took off for here as soon as he knew we would be headed toward him. Fucker.”
Prez chuckles, his eyes looking to the side before he brings his attention back to me. “Let him find us. He’s not just going to take her and want nothing, he wants something. I’m not putting this fuck behind bars though. I can tell you that much. I’m not as nice as that other club. A man kidnaps one of ours. He will fucking bleed.”
And bleed, he will.
