I stopped struggling. I took a deep breath, and Beck stepped between me and Gunner and stared at me. “Go,” she said. I knew what she was saying. “I’m here. Go.”
I pulled her against my chest and whispered, “Don’t fucking tell him anything.”
“I won’t.”
I walked across the room to my little brother. “Let him go,” I ordered.
Poseidon stepped back, but Eros and Firestride glared at me.
“Get your fucking hands off him,” I growled, then stepped forward ready to tear into both of them.
“Eros, enough,” Zeus ordered, and Eros reluctantly stepped back. Firestride continued to hold Ravage down; it wasn’t easy.
“Jackson!” I snapped. He looked up at me, and what I saw in his eyes scared the shit out of me, because I knew he saw the same thing in mine. “Let’s go.”
I walked out of the hospital knowing my little brother was right behind me, and my club brothers behind him. Ravage pushed past me to the SUV and climbed in behind the wheel. I closed my door, and for a moment, it was just the two of us.
“We need to go back to the clubhouse.”
“They aren’t at the fucking clubhouse,” he growled as he started the vehicle.
“No, but Nav is. And Sypher will be there too,” I said. “There are cameras at Trudy’s. I want to know exactly who the fuck took our women, because those motherfuckers don’t get a bulletin the head like the rest. Those motherfuckers we get to fucking play with.”
I stared out the window as Ravage drove us back to the clubhouse. I’d moved to this godforsaken state to have a quiet life. After Titan died, shit in the club took a turn. And when I thought Chasm fucking died, and that Steele was responsible for his death, I was fucking done.
I always figured my brothers would take on an old lady. Especially once Cash met Rachel. I loved Rach like a sister. She’d been a ballbuster, but she made a good first lady. She ran the clubhouse and the club girls. She kept my house in order.
I’d never planned to take on an old lady. Even after I met Grace. As much as I’d wanted her, as much as I loved her, she was too fucking good for this life. Even if we weren’t into all the illegal shit anymore.
I’d been such a fucking fool. I should have known I’d never be able to walk away. For more than two fucking years I’d watched her, protected her, visited her when I thought no one else knew.
All that fucking time wasted.
But this was the fucking reason why.
Steele was a fucking excuse. He’d been a good one. I kept telling myself I couldn’t touch her. She was off-limits. The truth was, I knew claiming her would put a fucking target on her back.
It didn’t matter that we were no longer a one-percenter club. The Mother Chapter was. As my old lady, she would always be at risk. There would always be someone who wanted to use her to get to me because bikers were fucking greedy as hell.
Nothing was ever enough. Money, guns, pussy, land. They were never fucking content with what they had. They always wanted more.
Colt was always spouting off scriptures when he was stressed or angry. Whenever the books weren’t lining up the way theyshould, his favorite was,‘The love of money is the root of all evil.’He wasn’t fucking wrong.
Right at this moment, I considered giving it all up. For Grace. For her safety. I needed her to be safe. I needed her to be alive. If it meant walking away from everything for her, I might just do it.
But not until I killed every motherfucking one of them.
Ravage pulled into the lot at the clubhouse, and I was out of the vehicle before it stopped. I stomped up the front steps and shoved the door open, ignoring the sound of my brothers pulling in behind us.
“NAV!”
“In church, Prez.”
I stormed through the open door, knowing Ravage was right behind me, and went directly to look over Nav’s shoulder. Ignoring the few brothers that were in the room.
“What the fuck do you know?”
He pulled up the video from Trudy’s, and I watched as Grace and Karlyn sat by the window talking. Indigo and Johnny were inside with them. The others, I assumed, were spread out around the building.
