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"Anything?" I ask without saying hello.
Tech grunts. "Fuck brother…. You know that old sedan that ran you off the road?" I furrow my brows as everyone stands straighter. He continues, "It's the same fucking car. I managed to get parts of the footage that was lost. It's the same fucking vehicle. It belongs to a Dexter Bailey."
My body locks up, and the men in the room tense, knowing my wife's maiden name is Bailey.
I growl, "Please tell me my wife's uncle did not run us both off the road? Please tell me, brother, that this is club related, that this never would have happened if she'd married me…."
My heart pounds. I thought this was all my fault. Conversations with Vi about her uncle wanting her parents' assets at the funeral hit me hard.
"My grandparents, everyone, didn't want anything to do with me when they realized they didn't have a cent left. The whole family was happy to put me in care when they realized there was nothing. I only hear from Dexter I've spent enough money to get his notice. When I rented my apartment, he accused me of keeping some of my parent's fortune when he knows I sold it all to pay off his debts, and I think he's accrued more. He's been trying to contact me a lot more recently, and questioning my finances."
"Brother…" Tech rasps, bringing me back. "This, for once, has nothing to do with the club and everything to do with a man who is $80,000 in debt with a Mexican cartel."
I squeeze my eyes shut as Snake curses, and Tech continues, "Even if you never got with her, he was going to take her. He's been tracking her for years, hoping and praying he could get money from her. I've found footage of the same masked man who took Vi breaking into the local lawyer's office. He managed to gain access to Violet's documents. Brother, being involved with you, with the club, has most likely saved her life because, when we find her—and we will, the fucker is dead."
I shake my head. My heart is struggling to contemplate how this happened. For years I was adamant the club would destroy her, that I would. But, no, it's her own fucking family.
Snake grabs my phone and starts to talk strategies with Tech as my dad rasps, "Son…."
I completely fall apart, needing my girl in my arms. I roar out in pain, about to grab a stool as Scarlett screams, "Breaker, quick…." and I'm tackled to the ground.
I sob. I can hear my momma and sister crying for me.
Breaker rasps in my ear, "Don't you dare give up, do you hear me? We're going to find her, brother. We're going to find your wife, the woman you will make your old lady. We're going to find her, brother…. Don't fucking give up!"
I sob, causing him to hold me tighter as my father kneels near my head, covering me along with Breaker, both allowing me to have my breakdown, my only thoughts on my girl.
Where are you, Shorty?
Please, be strong….
26
Violet – Two Weeks Later
I squeeze my eyes as Dexter whips my legs with a belt. My scream wants to escape, but my voice is too weak.
I don't know how long I've been here, but I know I've had bread and a glass of water a day…. So far, he's given me eighteen meals. The first few days, he didn't give me anything.
He whips me again, this time hitting my stomach.
I think I may have lost the baby. The flutters I started to feel are gone.
God, please don't take my baby from me…please,I plead over and over in my head.
Dexter bends down, getting in my face, and with me tied up, I can't move out of the way. His breath stinks as he sneers, "Fucking give in and sign the papers, bitch."
I look at him coldly and state, "No…." making his nostrils flare.
He screams in frustration, then punches me hard in the face three times.
Dizziness takes over as I pass out.
I giggle as I run through the kitchen to the garden, hoping to evade Jayden.
"For fuck's sake Shorty!" he booms, and I laugh loudly, getting into the garden where I sprint toward the back gate, determined to hide for the next few hours until he's calmed down or, you know, gone to work.
Just as my hand reaches the gate, Jayden's pink-dusted, tattooed wraps around my waist, gently pulling me back, mindful of my small bump.
