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“Tell me.”
He picked up his cell phone, tapped on his screen, then raised it to his ear. “Come to my office. Bring Toby.” Storm placed his device on the desk.
“Is it really that bad that you can’t just fucking tell me what you know?”
“Yeah. What’s Cobra up to today? He should hear this too.”
“Fuck.” I gripped the back of my neck. “Is she playing with the enemy?” I snorted. No chance. I knew Reign better than anyone. She’d never get involved in anything illegal or having to do with bikers. The Faceless Frat was my club’s only problem, and I was confident Reign wasn’t in Fargo.
“Yeah.” He put his phone to his ear again.
“Son of a bitch, who?”
The door opened behind me. Grizzly and Toby entered.
I’d only met Storm’s brother-in-law once. He seemed smart as hell and came running whenever Storm needed assistance.
“Cobra, we got some stuff to discuss. I’m gonna put you on speaker.” Storm set the phone down. “Can you hear me?”
“Yeah, loud and clear. What’s up.”
“You know Buff’s here about Reign?”
“Yeah. The asshole left against my orders.”
I winced. “I needed answers. And for the record, Grizzly and Storm know Reign’s whereabouts, which is why he called you.”
“He’s right,” Storm said. “She’s in South Dakota.”
I cut my gaze at Storm. “South Dakota? Doing what?”
Storm turned toward Grizzly and Toby. “Tell him.”
“She’s working in a bar.” Grizzly shifted from one foot to the other.
“A bar?” I asked. “No way.”
“We’re confident it’s her,” Toby replied, removing his phone from his back pocket. “We have pictures.” He passed the device to me.
“It’s her.” A lump formed in my throat seeing my woman. The sparkle in her dark eyes wasn’t there as she carried a bag to a dumpster. “Where in South Dakota? I need to go get her.”
“Not so fast, brother.” Cobra’s warning tone made me seethe. “Storm, what else?”
“She’s working in a biker bar.” Storm’s eyes darkened. “She appears to be the prez’s woman.” He nodded to the photos in my hand.
I swiped the screen. A big-ass dude had her pinned against a wall in the next image. His cut had Hell’s Bells MC on the rocker with a skull surrounded by flames in the middle. My stomach tightened. I wasn’t sure, but it looked like he was fucking her.
“I’m gonna kill him.” I rose from my chair. “I’m going to burn that bar to the fucking ground!” I slammed my fist on the desk.
“Calm the fuck down!” Cobra shouted. “We need all the information Storm has. And before you go off half-cocked, have you considered Reign might want to be with him?”
“No fucking way!” Was he out of his mind? Reign would never voluntarily get mixed up with a biker club, especially a shit one like the Hell’s Bells. The Bells were a small group of insignificant men who partied and… raised hell. Just a bunch of Neanderthals with half a brain but enough sense to stay out of Storm’s dad’s territory.
“She doesn’t seem happy,” Toby said. “Check out the rest of the images. We watched her for a week. I can’t imagine any woman would want to be with Keg.”
“What makes you say that?” Cobra asked.
“The bruises on her face and a busted lip,” I growled. “This motherfucker is going to die.”
