Even with all the hurt and betrayal hanging between them, I somehow knew my brother and the man I loved would stand together to get me back.
I just had to survive long enough for them to find me.
15
BLITZ
Iwas buried in a pile of prospect paperwork with Kane, Edge, Apex, Raze—our club lawyer—and Nitro, sorting through a stack of criminal background checks and references, when Tripp stormed into Kane’s office, slamming the door behind him so hard the whole room rattled. Every brother tensed, our gazes snapping up and bodies bracing for whatever fallout was coming. Prospects never interrupted club business unless they were actively courting death, and from the wild look in Tripp’s eyes, he might’ve just punched his ticket.
“Blitz,” he ground out, his voice edged with something that twisted my gut into an instant knot, “Aubrey’s been taken.”
My entire world ground to a halt, and everything narrowed to Tripp’s haunted stare. A molten surge of violence quickly followed, begging for release.
Aubrey gone wasn’t just trouble—it was a declaration of war.
I refused to let my fury explode yet. “Who took her?”
“Ronnie Hanks.” His jaw clenched tight as he paced forward, his eyes fixed solely on me. “I got a call from the sick fuck claiming responsibility. He didn’t want money. Didn’t make any demands. Just wanted me to know exactly who’d taken her.”
Dread mixed in with my already simmering rage. “You know him?”
Tripp nodded, and bitterness coated his words. “From an old case. He was supposed to rot in prison until the end of fucking time. Vicious, violent bastard—I never forgot his name. He carved it into every nightmare I had for months.”
Ice began to trickle through my veins as worst-case scenarios flooded my mind. But I shut them out and focused on what Raze said when he leaned forward, his brow furrowed in recognition. “I remember that son of a bitch. Got off recently, some slick-ass lawyer found a loophole. Technicality shit, had the whole sentence overturned.”
Tripp’s eyes widened with shock, frustration twisting his expression as realization hit hard. “Fuck. I’ve been undercover. I didn’t know he’d gotten out.”
His words hung in the air for a stunned half second before all hell broke loose around us. Chairs scraped back, the tense silence shattering into chaos as every brother except Kane, Edge, Jax, and me realized what Tripp had just admitted. Anger erupted in a cacophony of curses and shouted accusations, and even a few drawn weapons, but Kane’s voice cut through the noise with ruthless authority that made every man fall silent immediately.
“Shut the fuck up and listen,” Kane barked, fury banked but unmistakable in his eyes. “We handle Blitz’s woman first. Once she’s safe, we deal with everything else. Got it?”
Grunts of reluctant agreement filled the room, but nobody argued. Edge smirked, amusement glinting dangerously in his gaze. “Fucking knew this was about a woman.”
I flipped him off, ignoring his smug chuckle as I moved to stand over Jax’s shoulder. He already had his tablet out, his fingers flying over the screen with calm precision, digging into every digital crevice available.
My voice was tight with urgency as I asked, “Tripp, you got anything useful from that old case?”
“Maybe, but everything’s outdated. His crew, properties, patterns—they might all have changed by now.”
“Doesn’t matter.” Jax never lifted his eyes from his screen. “Give me everything.”
“Gonna need a computer,” Tripp requested.
“And it’ll have to be secure to access the FBI database.” Jax shot a look at Kane. “But at least I won’t need to waste time hacking it.”
Kane grabbed a clean laptop with no access to anything club related from one of the drawers at the bottom of a massive bookshelf behind his desk. He handed it to Tripp, who logged in fast, his fingers tapping furiously as he navigated the federal database.
A few minutes later, files flashed onto Jax’s tablet. Sharing even the smallest amount of that information was enough to put Tripp in federal prison, but he didn’t hesitate. I filed that away in the back of my mind, knowing Tripp either didn’t give a shit or was genuinely desperate to help save his sister.
The files contained known associates, old properties, hideouts, family connections, and more. Jax absorbed it all without comment, the quiet hum of his focus radiating calm that somehow steadied the frantic edge tearing at my nerves.
Kane jerked his chin toward me, his eyes hard and unyielding. “Blitz, take Edge and Nitro. Get to the armory. Start prepping gear for extraction as soon as Jax gives us a target.”
I moved without hesitation, every muscle humming with anticipation. Edge stood smoothly, flicking his knife open and closed as he followed. Nitro fell into step behind us, already muttering quietly about charges and tactical gear. My blood thrummed with lethal purpose, adrenaline burning through my veins as I mentally ran through the armory inventory.
Whoever took Aubrey had signed his own death warrant, and I was already imagining exactly how I’d make him pay.
I was still sorting through weapons and checking ammo when Kane, Jax, and Tripp entered the armory. A few other brothers filed in behind them, ready to do whatever it took to bring Aubrey back.
