Page 59 of Marked By Myth

“About nine,” she said. “She’d been doing it for a few days, with you guys on runs and with the long nights on recon, she’d been getting away with it. The last few days I’d gone with her, but today she wanted to do it on her own.”

I nodded. “Thank you, Missy.”

“Prez…I’m sorry. She wanted it to be a surprise, otherwise I would have told you.”

I nodded, unable to form the words to help her right now, even though I saw the pain in her eyes. Turning my back to her, I heard her walk off, but I couldn’t focus on that. I’d make it right when my wife was back in my arms.

“She left in Missy’s car, and had done the same thing for days. She always came back by 3 p.m. though.”

“Destroyer, Menace, Fang, you’re with me.”

The boys jumped up and we headed down to our bikes. Roaring out of the compound, we headed toward my old house. My heart was in my throat with each passing minute. If something happened to her because of me…I’d burn this entire city to the ground.

There was no life without her.

Not again.

The entire ride to the house had me in knots. Missy’s car was in the driveway, but the house looked undisturbed.

We dismounted and each of us pulled our weapons and removed the safeties. Destroyer and Menace headed around the side, while Fang was with me. Slowly, we moved up to the front door, and I turned the doorhandle.

It opened with ease.

Blood rushed through my veins, blocking out noise around me as I moved into the house. In the foyer area, some boxes remained untouched, while others were scattered around the living area. The sheets that had been covering the furniture were pulled free.

She’d been doing this to prove to me that she was mine.

That she always had been.

Fuck.

I should have told her about the dangers coming for her. I should have told her about the danger with the Scorpions on our territory. I’d done this. I’d tried to keep her locked away, but that was no way to live or to run my clubhouse.

“No struggle.”

“They caught her unaware.”

I looked down at the keys on the floor. They looked like they had been tossed down, or shoved off the bureau.

“No sign of distress,” Destroyer said, once they had joined us in the house. “Are we sure she isn’t just getting groceries or something?”

“Frenzy tracked her phone,” Fang said, putting his phone back in his pocket. “It’s here somewhere.”

“Upstairs?”

Menace and Destroyer headed up there, two steps at a time, while Fang and I searched through the lower floor.

“She’s not here. They took her.”

Fang nodded. “We need to find out about these fuckers. I told Frenzy to track down any information on Notch.”

I nodded. “Good.”

Destroyer and Menace joined us a few minutes later. “Nothing.”

“What about the car?” Fang asked.

I nodded, and we headed outside to find the phone sitting in the center console.