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“Good, we’ll be there in just a couple of minutes. She comes too, you knock her ass back out.” I don’t wait around for him to respond. I hang up, shove my phone in my pocket, and head for my bike.
“Called Reaper, he’s gonna meet us there,” Harvester informs me.
I nod and straddle my bike. “You and Ghost, take the cage. We’re gonna have a pickup to take the cabin.”
“You got it, brother,” Harvester grunts and takes off to get the blacked-out van.
Starting my bike, I hit the throttle and spin my back tire shooting out of the parking lot of the garage.
My gut twists and turns the whole way. Thoughts of something terrible happening fills my brain, and I want nothing more than to get my hands on whoever is behind this shit.
* * *
“Son of a bitch,” I grind out through clenched teeth staring at the footage on my tablet.
The bastard didn’t waste any time in getting his hands on her. Once she was out of my sight, away from the clubhouse . . . he made his play and got my woman.
Watching the screen, I take in the way the bastard keeps his face cast away from the cameras. Meaning he knows they’re there. Only someone with knowledge of them would know.
Fuck.
Switching to another feed for the cameras I’d had Styxx put in place over the weekend, I watch the footage and further grind my teeth. He doesn’t hide his face from these because he couldn’t have known about them. But he’s got shades on his face and that fucking hat on. However, from the angle of the camera, I’m able to make out his features, and I recognize him.
The motherfucker is going to die.
Turning to my brothers standing close, some also watching the tablet in my hands. I meet each of their eyes. I stop on Beast and turn the tablet to him for him to get a good look. Then hand it over to Styxx. “You all know this guy?”
Styxx grunts as Tombstone snarls. “Fucker is the guy from the bar. The one . . .”
“One and the same, and now he’s got Josephine.”
“How did none of us not think to look into him?” Diablo mutters, voice contorting with fury and rage. His eyes going darker than I’ve ever seen them.
“We know where he is?” Reaper asks, and there’s no mistaking the infuriating tone in his voice.
“Yeah, I’ve got his addresses.” I nod.
“Addresses?” Angel questions.
“Bastard isn’t just a meathead, he’s in fuckin’ real estate. Fixes up houses and sells them. Last checked, he had about five houses, including the one that he lives at.”
“Fuck.” Styxx whirls around and starts pacing.
“Right then, let’s split up. We’ll divide into three groups and check each of the places out. We’ll find her,” Reaper states, turning to the prospect. “Gremlin, you take Slick to the cabin and get her comfortable. Don’t take your eyes off her.”
“You got it, Prez.” Gremlin jerks his chin, eyes narrowed, and jaw tight. All of us can see he’s feeling this. The fact we’d given him the assignment to watch over Josephine, and he’d got hit with a TASER. With one last look in my direction, the prospect heads for the cage where we’d already put Slick.
It’s a damn good thing, Josephine’s mom isn’t here at the salon yet. Otherwise, she’d be freaking the fuck out about the fact her daughter has yet again had something happen to her.
“Scythe,” Reaper calls out. “We get this fucker, we’re ending him.”
“I intend to make his death slow and painful for the shit he’s done.” I nod and hand out addresses.
“I’m with you,” Styxx says, and Beast moves toward me.
I put the GPS coordinates in my phone, set it up, and put the tablet in my saddlebag before straddling the back of my bike. This fucker better pray my woman’s okay. Because when I get my hands on him, his fate is determined by her. If she’s hurt in any way, I’ll prolong his death in every way possible, so if that means me calling my cousin in, I will. He’s got the tools to break the worst of the worst, I have no problem using him to seek my vengeance if need be.
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