I don’t knock.The door comes off the hinges.
He’s halfway to standing when I cross the room and slam him into the wall hard enough to crack the drywall.
“What did you do?”I ask.
He laughs.Actually laughs.Up close, he looks smaller than I expected.Not just physically.
Just less of a man all the way around.
“You Tucker?”he sneers.“The biker playing house?”
My fist tightens in his shirt.“Where are they?”
“Who?”
I hit the wall beside his head.
Not him.Yet.The impact shakes the frame.
“Quinn,” I state, voice low and deadly.“And Marlaina.”
His grin widens.Then— He laughs again.“I don’t have them.”
I go still.Not because I believe him.Because I’m measuring the lie.
“You think I’d waste my time?”he states.“Lucy ran.Good for her.I moved on.”
Rage spikes sharp and fast.“You’ve been calling her.”
“Yeah,” he shrugs.“Doesn’t mean I want her back.Just like knowing she’s still scared.”
I want to kill him.Not metaphorically.Not as a passing thought.As a certainty.
Chux steps in behind me.“Mellow.”
A warning.Not to stop.To think.
I breathe once.
Twice.
Then I slam Clint back into the wall harder.“You think this is funny?”
“I think,” he says, smirking, “you’re wasting your time.”
Gainz moves in, grabbing Clint’s phone off the table.
“Let’s see about that.”
The clubhouse turns into a war room with the men left behind.Gainz sends the information over while we secure Clint and make our way back to Freedom Falls with him tied up in our van.
Every man not driving is doing something.Phones out.Laptops open.Riot and Stunt leaning over screens while Dodge paces like he’s about to chew through drywall.
We get back to the clubhouse and I deny myself the urge to go to her.Lucy is with Lindsey in my room down the hall safe.I don’t want to see her until I have concrete answers.I stand still in the middle of it.Waiting.
That’s the hardest part.
Not the violence.Not the threat.
