Page 57 of Marked By Myth

My smile dropped as I looked over at someone I hadn’t seen in years. Not since high school.

“Johnny?”

“Ain’t no one called me that in a while.”

My eyes drifted down to his kutte. Notch was embroidered onto a patch over his left breast, and the other side had the Bloody Scorpions logo on it.

Fuck.

“You’re a scorpion.”

“Yeah, baby, I am. You should have stayed gone, Roxana.”

I was backing up, trying to reach for my phone in my back pocket, but it was still in the car. Fuck.

“Are you going to make this hard on us?”

“Us?”

Just then, another man stepped up behind him. His name was Calypso, and he was Notch’s vice president. Suddenly, I felt foolish for coming here alone. I should have told Missy, or even one of the boys.

Fuck.

“Johnny…you don’t have to do this.”

“Yeah, Roxy, I do,” he said. “Come on. Get in the car.”

“You think I’m just going to willingly go with you?” I replied, trying to find something behind me to use as a weapon.

“Enough,” he barked. “Calypso, get her.”

I spun on my heel and ran, heading for the kitchen where I knew we had some kind of weapons stashed. Or we used to. I felt hands on my wrist, pulling me back. I slammed into a hard body, a hand wrapping around my mouth and nose, his other wrapping around my throat and squeezing.

“Shh, let your body go,” Calypso said in my ear. “You’re not going to want to feel what we do to you next. Trust me.”

Fear and panic wound tightly in my chest, but he was too strong. Every kick, every nudge, it was getting harder to move. My vision was blurring, before everything went dark.

Myth

I checked my phone but there wasn’t a message or a missed call. Nothing. Church had taken longer than I expected, and I’d even run late for it given I’d slept through alarms and my woman getting up apparently.

The days since we’d punished Belle in the shed had been weird with us. I’d barely seen her, and maybe there was a reason for that. Maybe she was scared of who she’d become in that shed. Maybe she was questioning if she wanted to be with me again, now that the excitement had worn off.

Fuck, no way would I let that happen. I’d hunt her down if I had to.

Moving into the main part of the clubhouse, I saw Missy behind the bar, cleaning the bar and doing inventory for the upcoming party on the weekend.

“Why’s it so quiet?” I asked Fang when he walked up beside me.

“Your missus isn’t here scaring the girls into doing shit.” He laughed and I had to admit, since she’d taken on the mantle of my ol’ lady again, she had been whipping them into shape. I scanned the room, and that’s when my eyes landed on the now empty spot where her boxes from London had been.

It was like a punch to the gut.

Something caught Fang’s attention and he moved off to talk to them. I found myself walking down the hall toward our bedroom, praying the boxes were in there.

Once I walked in, even though I already knew they wouldn’t be in here, I felt my gut drop when I noticed nothing new in the room.

Fuck.