Page 21 of Dagger

I stand again, my eyes full of terror and pain for our club princess. Fuck no.

I rasp as tears fill my eyes. "Where is she?"

He shakes his head, his own eyes shining. "She's gone, brother. She gave Flame her virginity last night as a goodbye and a fuck you to him, and she left early this morning. We've just spent a few hours on the highway trying to find her, but she's gone."

My tears fall, and I quickly wipe them. Using our club brother's birth name, I ask, "Zayne."

He shakes his head. "Slicer, Dad, and Stormy had to restrain him; he's in the basement. When we got back, he started punching the shit out of the wall just as Stormy slammed out of the common room."

I nod, ignoring the shit about Stormy because I just can't with him right now.

Since I returned five years ago, he's been more persistent in getting me to talk to him, yet when I fucking needed him when I was younger, he took her side and still does.

I walk out of my office with Axel on my heels, knowing I'm the one he'll listen to before Clitter tries to intercept me as we walk through the common room. Still, I ignore her, making her huff before I get to the basement stairs and go down them.

I open the door to see our brother chained to a chair while Dead Shot, Slicer, and Stormy are leaning against the wall with pain in their eyes. I ignore them and walk over to Flame. His hair is a mess, his knuckles are bleeding, and hisface is covered in tears as guilt shines through his eyes. I kneel down in front of him. He doesn't look up, so I grab his cheeks hard.

"You fucked up. You did. Badly."

He closes his eyes as more tears fall, but I just squeeze his cheeks, making him look at me and say, "You love her. You have for as long as I can remember. This whole 'she's too good and deserves better' bullshit needs to stop, and it needs to stop now. Yes, you fucked up big time. But what are you going to do about it, Zayne? Are you going to kick off and hurt yourself, or are you going to finally fucking grow a pair and go get your girl?"

He shakes his head before rasping, "She's gone, brother."

I nod. "Then use your big fucking brain and go find her."

He doesn't break eye contact with me, and I see his determination come through, and I smile as he starts to nod. I undo his chains before I grip his shoulder. "Go find your girl and bring our princess back home, even if it takes months, brother."

He nods and rushes out of the basement with Slicer on his heels to help where needed. I look at the other men and say, "Axel, go bring our first lady home and finally fucking show her that house. When you come back to the clubhouse, I expect to see that fucking ring on her finger."

He grins. "That's the VP we know and love."

I pat him on the back while Dead Shot and Stormy chuckle before I turn and leave the basement while mumbling,

"I've got a fucking nurse to go see."

Twenty minutes later, I'm outside of her flat block again, sitting astride my Harley. It's not the safest of buildings, but it's in a secure part of town. I nod to myself, determined to get her to open the fucking door, and start to get off my bike when the building door opens, and what do you know, my soon-to-be old lady walks out. I grin like a fucking loon before I sit back down on my bike and cross my arms over my chest. Fuck, she's beautiful and so goddamn precious. She's in a plain white t-shirt and a pair of jeans that hug her ass nicely while her hair is fucking down. It goes to the middle of her back and is curly as fuck.

Fuck me, I want to wrap her brown locks in a fist.

Fuck.

She starts to walk towards her car, which I'm parked right next to, and I grin wider. When she notices my figure, she tenses, but as soon as we make eye contact, she relaxes while my whole body tightens and rage flows through me. I jump off my bike and stalk towards her, meeting her halfway before I cupher cheek with my right hand while my left moves her hair out of her face, which is so fucking soft.

Her nose is slightly bruised with some swelling, which has clearly been broken recently, and her lip is cut.

"Who do I need to kill, Precious?"

Her eyes widen before she clears her throat. "I guess, seems as though I lost my footing on the concrete stairs."

I raise a brow.

She's lying. Her fingers are twitchy, and she won't meet my eyes.

I nod like I believe her because, at this moment, I don't have a leg to stand on with her, but I will be getting Flame on it.

"What are you doing here?"

I grin at her. "I've come to see if you'll go on a date with me this weekend."

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