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He hates us calling him Pres. We've all known him since infancy, so he thinks it's weird, but we brothers love to piss him off.
"You're a jackass." I laugh. "I wanted to let you know Slicer's gone again with Snake. Tank and Butch have gone with him. Words got to us that he's now hiding in Illinois, Springfield."
I frown. "Why on earth would he hide there?"
He clears his throat. "There's a chance Star may be there." I curse, "Yeah, I know, we're not 100% sure. Flame's done a lot of digging and couldn't find her there, so we'll have to see."
I sigh, "Alright."
"Leah's cut's here too, brother. You think she'll accept it?"
I huff, "She hasn't got a fucking choice." He chuckles. "I wanted to put a vote in with the club as well, brother, thinking about opening a family law practice in town."
I swear, I can picture his grin. "I think that's a good idea, brother."
I chuckle as my door slams open and a distraught Sliver rushes in, tears running down her face. Once Leah knew the extent of what actually happened five weeks ago, she was happy to keep Silver on. They spoke, and Silver apologized several times. They're good now—not the best of friends, but good anyway.
"Silver?"
She swallows hard. "Someone just shoved Leah into a white van."
I don't think, and I don't ask her any questions. I rush out of my office with Axel still on the phone. I can hear him barking orders as I rush out of the bar in time to see said white van turn down the street, heading towards Berry Lane.
I grab my bike, pocketing my phone, with Shane right behind me getting into the club's jeep. I rev my bike and speed off after them, hoping we haven't lost them. Within ten minutes, several bikes show up behind me, with Axel riding up next to me as we try to find the fucking van that I lost.
Fuck.
Something in my gut pulls at me to head right toward Momma Anderson's house. I don't know why, but I head that way with my brothers at my back, and when her house comes into view, so does the fucking van. I speed up before skidding outside. I quickly climb off, but instant fear shoots through me upon hearing Leah scream.
"NOOO…"
We all run towards the door.
"NOOOO…"
She screams again, and I lift my foot, booting the door down.
I'm not the enforcer of the club for the fun of things.
When we rush in, I instantly see red.
My woman is on the floor, blood trailing between her legs as some fat, fucking stodgy soon-to-be-dead man tries to undo her jeans, but she's trying to fight him off, causing him to punch her face while fucking Cara cackles near the mantelpiece, recording the show. I raw out in anger, causing them all to look our way. The man scrambles up, about to do a runner, as Cara freezes with fear in her eyes.
I look into Leah's eyes, true fear shining through but also relief seeing me.
I snap.
I rush over to the fucking fat son of a bitch and tackle him to the floor as Dagger grabs a hold of Cara, who's now snapped out of it, and starts screaming.
"NO, YOU WERE ALWAYS MINE, MINE; SHE CAN'T HAVE YOU."
I punch the man in the face, left, right, left, right. I don't stop.
I wail my fists on his face for touching what's mine, for harming my girl. I keep hitting him, even when someone tries to pull me back. It's not until I hear Leah scream out in pain that I snap out of it. I turn to see her still lying on the floor, but with Doc now in between her legs and our baby's head in view.
Fuck.
I don't look back at the man; I know he's dead, and I don't fucking care. I rush towards Leah and sit behind her, helping her lean against my chest while she openly sobs.
