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“How so?”
If only a voice could kill from the sound of it. The fury in his tone is menacing.
“You see, the reason I allowed them to take me without a fight is they threatened Storm and the babies along with the club. So, by calling you, you can tell Blow and get everything there organized as it should be.”
Again, I’m met with silence for a long moment before Lucky speaks again. “I’ll call your brother and then I’m coming for you. You disappear before I get to you, I swear to fuck, when I get my hands on you, I’ll paddle that sweet ass of yours. Now, tell me where exactly you are.”
Totally shellshocked by his comment, I give him my location his words spinning in my head. Never before has he said something like that to me. Even with all the pranks I’ve played on him in the past.
But with the tone of his voice, something about it is different. So much so I feel a pitch in my stomach that tightens. Still, it baffles me he’d say something like that when I know for a fact he doesn’t like me.
CHAPTER4
LUCKY
After getting off the phone with Driver, I clench the phone in my hand. He sounded as pissed as I feel at what I shared with him. I still can’t believe it myself. Chelsea got her ass away from the bastards who took her.
Then again, this is Chelsea we’re talking about. She’s smart as hell and conning. The woman can weasel herself out of just about anything, but I didn’t expect her to get out of this. Or that she’d be a smartass on the phone after what she’s been through, however, she’d given me lip from the moment I answered until I hung up.
“So, what’s the plan now?” Keys asks from his seat at the table.
When Chelsea called, we’d been discussing who could have taken her and if it were the Crimson Blood Clan, how the hell did they know where she was and were she’d be to get their hands on her. They had to have been watching her. For a while at least to know she was close with the club.
“Driver’s gonna go get her from wherever she is and take her back to the clubhouse. I’m flying out there and bringing her ass back with her car,” I announce, more than ready to get out of here and go after Chelsea. I’ve got shit to set straight between the two of us.
“I’m going with you,” Scorn speaks up.
“Me too,” Shiner says, nodding.
“Griz, you go as well,” Blow commands, glancing around the table before focusing on me. “You bring her back and then we’ll deal with the rest when her ass is here at the clubhouse and not states away.”
“I’ll keep delving into what I can,” Keys states.
“Right,” I mutter, nodding and look to my brothers going with me. “I’ll be driving Chelsea’s car back. Are you all flying or what, ‘cause y’all ain’t gonna fit in her car.
That ride is wicked sick and reminds me of the car Vin Diesel drives in the firstFast and Furiousmovie. The Dodge is awesome, though I’m e a Chevy kind of man when it comes to anything with four-wheels. However, I’ll always stick to my Harley. So far, I’ve got four different ones, including the very first one I rebuilt and then went to town on it. My family, other than my brother, hated the thing, and when I left, they turned their backs on me. That’s fine by me, and they got shafted when Luka turned his back on them.
“We’ll rent something if we have to.” Griz shrugs.
Nodding, I turn to Blow and Nines. “I’m heading to get my shit, then heading for the airport. Hopefully, by the time we get to Grinder’s clubhouse, they’ll all be back with Chelsea, and we can find out some information on what the fuck happened.”
“Let us know when you get there and what you find out.” Blow grunts.
“Will do.” I grunt, spin on my heel, and make my way out of the room. I ignore the fallen harlots who call out to me. I never had a problem before when it came to them and wanting to get off, but knowing the shit I do now, things changed, and I can’t do shit about anything until I get my hands on Chelsea. See what the hell she was thinking, not signing those damn papers. After that, we’ll go from there.
First and for most is setting my eyes on the insufferable woman.
* * *
“I don’t need you to lock me down.”
“The hell you don’t.”
I step over the threshold of the Colorado clubhouse and come to a stop just inside the doorway, only to witness Grinder and Driver getting into it with Chelsea.
“No, I don’t.” Chelsea huffs, hands on her hips. “All I needed was for you to get me so I could come back, get my car, go check on Mom then head back to Tennessee.”
“Chels—” Driver starts, but I beat him to the rest of it.
