“She’s mine,” I state, but there’s no anger in my voice. I do understand what he’s saying. “Does everyone else feel the same way?”
He shrugs. “Can’t answer for everyone, but I’ve heard enough brothers talking to know that they all miss her. And,” he gets in fast, “not as being a club girl. We all know her pussy now belongs to you and is off-limits to everyone else.”
My head dips up and down. “Let a bit more water flow under the bridge, then I’ll bring her around, let her mingle, and,” I shake my head, “I promise I won’t kill anyone for talking to her.” Stalker chuckles. “It’s Ace’s party in two weeks, so she’ll have to be there then. Just give her a little more time to adjust to her new life. This is all new to her.” I think for a moment, then add, “To us.”
At that moment, my phone rings. Mouthing an apology to Stalker, I take it out, check the caller ID, then, my tone exasperated, I answer, “Pippa, I’m working.” Even though I’m doing anything but. “I can’t talk about Ace’s party?—”
“Freak,” Pippa cuts through my protestations. Hearing panic in her voice, which really is unlike her, I tense.
“What’s happened? Why are you calling? Has something happened at the club?” If so, why didn’t Bullseye or Saint call me, unless there’s been an attack or a police raid.
“Just listen, Freak. Trixie went to the bakery in town to order a cake for Ace’s party. I just heard an alert on the police scanner. The woman at the bakery called the cops and reported a woman being abducted on the street. Freak…” her voice drops to a whisper. “I’m worried it was Trixie. I tried calling her…”
But she didn’t answer.She doesn’t need to say the words she’s left unsaid. And that’s completely unlike Trixie. My blood feels like it’s turned to ice in my veins. “The bakery on Main Street?”
“Yes.”
Fear, only equal to the time I lost Ace, floods through me. “Does anyone else know?”
“Genie was here when the alert came in. He’s gone to speak to Bullseye and Saint.”
“I’m heading for the bakery, to confirm it was her.” Pippa’s not one to call out a false alert, but I’m human. Hopefully I’ll find her shopping in town.
“Freak, I hacked into her phone. She called an Uber to take her to that shop, so the timing fits. All the evidence points to it being her.”
I stand, kicking my chair over, feeling the rage build inside me.
“I’m checking all the CCTV in the area. But I don’t have much to go on, other than it was a black sedan.”
“Anything you find out, you give it to me immediately.”
“Freak? Genie here. I just checked. Alongi’s gone off grid.”
An anguished howl leaves my mouth and I kick the chair I already toppled over, then shoot out my foot again for good measure, taking little satisfaction from the sound of splintering wood.
“Brother.” Stalker’s on his feet.
My anguished eyes find his. “Pippa thinks Trixie’s been taken. Fucking Alongi must have caught up with her.” Again the chair, now with only three legs remaining, gets more punishment.
Stalker walks to the door. “Then let’s get back to the clubhouse. We’ll find her, Freak. We will fuckin’ find her. We’re Kings, remember?”
We have to. I can’t lose her now. Along with Ace, she’s become my whole fucking world. “You go ahead, Stalk, I’ve got to go to the bakery and make sure it was actually her who was taken.” I’m hoping like fuck this has all been a mistake, but the ache in my gut tells me the hope I’m clinging onto is all in vain.
“I’ll do that,” he states quickly. “You go check. You let us know what you want us to do. We’ve got your back, Freak.”
A quick jerk of my chin acknowledges his words. Leaving the paperwork we were working on strewn about the room, we both head for the door. As we exit through the main clubroom, Stalker yells at Joe that he’s in charge, then we’re at our bikes.
Without speaking, we both kick up our stands, start our engines and roar off in opposite directions.
I can’t lose her. Not when we’ve just gotten together, or not ever, come to that.I was just getting used to a life with her in it. It may still be new, but I don’t know how I’d survive if I don’t get her back. The thought of her bastard of a husband having his hands on her is more than I can stomach.
With that thought I have to pull over and vomit. Then, after wiping my mouth on the back of my hand, I resume my journey to Main Street, breaking the speed limits. I arrive at the bakery, and there are a couple of police cars outside it. I can’t go inside, not with the place swarming with cops. It’s then that I notice one of the pigs striding back to his cruiser, carrying a clear evidencebag containing a very familiar purse.It’s Trixie’s.I’d know it anywhere.
Turning tail, I head back to my bike, trying to tamp down my panic. If it was Alongi – and I can’t think of it being anyone else – how the fuck did he find her? With nothing more to go on, I burn rubber heading back to the club.
Dum/Dee opens the gates as I appear, and it’s only his quick action that prevents me laying my bike down, forgetting to kick down the stand in my haste to get into the clubhouse. His muscles bulging, he wrenches my Softail upright. I don’t even stop to thank him, just run inside.
“They’re in church.” Knight indicates the way I should head. I don’t slow my pace.
