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“How the fuck does it get worse?” I demand.
“Nevaeh’s picture is up for auction.”
“What?” she whispers. Her head whipping up from what she was doing on the laptop. Her face is pale, and I watch as she visibly swallows.
“You’ve got to be fuckin’ kidding me.” Sabotage grunts.
“She’s not the only one up there. Ryann and Gianna are both listed as well.” Pirate drops the bomb that changes the very air in the room, shifting from tense to murderous.
“Wrath, call War, get eyes on Gianna,” Viking orders and looks to Sabotage. “You call and find out about Ryann.” Gianna is War’s little sister who is always traveling. She’s not one for sticking to one place for long. But she’d been attacked during one of the times she was here. Peyton’s wicked bitch of a sister had instigated that, and of course, Gianna didn’t let that shit keep her down. We got her back and she refused to let it affect her.
Still, what happened to her affected the club. Gave us insight into what we’re dealing with.
As for Ryann, she’s Nevaeh’s roommate and mine. She’s also been through her own hell right alongside both, my woman and Peyton. I don’t know her story, but I’m sure from the stone look on Sabotage’s face he knows something.
“Already on it,” Sabotage growls, lip curling.
From the way he curls his lip, I’m correct in thinking he knows something. That or there’s definitely something going on between him and Ryann.
“They’re at it again,” Nevaeh utters on a shaky breath. “They know where Ryann and I are. They know we’re not with ‘Master’ anymore. They’ve found us.”
Getting up from my seat, I round the table, pull her out of her seat, and draw her in my arms. “You’re safe, Sweets. No one is going to get you. I promise you that.”
“But what about Ryann and Gianna?” she asks, her bottom lip trembling slightly as her voice wavers. “Why would Gianna be targeted?”
“I’m willing to bet she’s targeted because Veronica had taken her. This picture they’re using looks familiar. The background of it does, at least,” Pirate remarks.
“Talked to War,” Wrath speaks up. “He called Gianna while still on the phone with me. She’s out in Texas still following some story. He told her to stay cautious and if need be, contact Reaper from the Satan’s Keepers MC.”
“Good.” Viking grunts, nodding. “Grimm, why don’t you give Reaper a call, give him a head’s up. He can at least be on the lookout or send one of his men to check on her.”
“On it, Prez,” Grimm mutters, leaving the room to do just that.
“I think I’m lost about all of this,” Sean speaks up.
“That’s because this shit is a hell of a lot more to do with a bigger issue than just the business,” I inform him, gritting my teeth. “You have everything you need from me for now. Anything else, call me and send emails.” Turning to my brothers, I jerk my chin up. “I’m heading back to the clubhouse.”
“I thought we were staying here tonight,” Nevaeh murmurs, brows drawn.
“That was before. Now we’re heading back home and to the clubhouse. I want you there where I know you’re safe at all times,” I state, pulling her flush against me.
“Gotta agree, she’s safer at the clubhouse than anywhere else at this point,” Viking remarks as Sabotage steps forward, eyes dark and looking like he’s ready to commit murder. My gut tightens, and I guess that whatever he’s about to say isn’t good. I’m sure it’s got to do with Ryann.
“Sabotage?” I call out silently, asking what’s going on, just by using his name.
“Ryann’s car was found in the ditch off the highway. Airbags deployed, blood smears, and her missing. Sutherland and his partner are at the scene now. They know who Ryann is and what she means to the club.” The vibration in his voice is deadly. “The fucker is making quick work for whatever he’s planning.”
Nevaeh tenses in my arms, and I don’t have to look down to know she’s got her head tilted back, looking up at me.
“They’re screwing with the club,” Nevaeh remarks with a breath.
“What?” I ask, dropping my eyes to her, cocking a brow, not understanding what she’s saying.
“The people, you know, the ones that have been messing with the club . . .”
“What about them?” Viking demands.
“Well, think about it. Me, Ryann, and Gianna are associated with the club.”
