Though, it’s everything he just spewed.To anyone else it might have seemed like he threw out some pretty convincing arguments, but I know for a fact he’s been working with Melon and Norlick Ways.He’s the only one who had access to the books, both ours and the brewery’s.He’s been stealing from us for a long damn time.
I shove him back and let go.“Let him take a piss and make sure he’s ready to ride in ten.”
Without waiting for a reply from Heart, I stalk out of church and head for my room.Fuck it.I might need to get to my office for some extra guns, but all I crave now is to have my woman in my arms.She needs to soothe the havoc running through me.
I grab the key and to my surprise I find my door unlocked.What the actual fuck?I’m pretty sure I locked it, and Norie doesn’t have a key.Once I step inside, I instantly notice she’s gone.To make sure I check the bathroom, but everything is still in place...except for the fact that my woman is no longer here.
Whirling around, I stride into the main room and growl, “Where is she?”
“Who?”ask some of the members while I walk around the bar to check the camera feed.
Shit.There’s a faster way.
I let my gaze slide over the room and see our computer expert typing away on his laptop.“Wesson, check the camera feed for me and let me know if my old lady left.”
“Norie is gone?”Swade asks.
“That doesn’t make sense,” Heart states.“She wanted your claim, right?Or did she give you any vibes about leaving?What about you, Swade?Do you think she’d leave?”
My gut tells me she didn’t leave voluntarily.
“No.Every time she’d leave town, she’d drop by to say goodbye first.She wouldn’t leave without saying anything.Besides, we talked.We were good, and how she reacted with Prez?No way that was fake.Something is wrong,” Swade urges.
I release the breath I was holding, knowing my gut is right.
Wesson walks over and places his laptop on the bar.“Prez?The only one going in and out before church was Gilpin.”
“Show me,” I grit.
Wesson plays the feed of the camera at the back of the clubhouse.Gilpin comes out of the door dragging a large trunk.He places it in the back of his truck and Wesson switches the feed to show him driving off the property to park on the street.Just.Like.He.Said.
“She could have been in there,” Swade croaks with a load of panic in his voice.
I jerk my head up and glance over every single member in the room.Gilpin isn’t here.
“Where the fuck is he?”I snarl.
“Bathroom,” Heart grits and jogs that way.
Fuck it.I’m not waiting around for that asshole and burst through the clubhouse door instead.Pushing my feet into the dirt, I pick up speed and signal for one of the prospects to open the gate.I need to check the fucker’s truck and see what’s in the trunk he dragged out of the clubhouse.
The gate slides open and my heart freezes inside my chest.It’s gone.His fucking truck is gone, just like my old lady.
