Page 60 of Marked By Myth

Fuck. There was no way we could track her without that.

“They bought properties, right? Can we attack each one?” Menace asked. “We coordinate a team for each and attack it at the same time. They’ll have nowhere to go.”

“Yeah, work with Doom, Gears and call in Cowboy. He can help with it.”

Menace nodded. He and Destroyer left the house, while I stood in the yard, unsure of what to do next.

“What do I do if they hurt her?” I asked my oldest friend. “What if they actually hurt her, Levi?”

“Then we burn them to the ground. All of them.”

I nodded, and headed inside to grab the keys and lock the house up again, before we headed back to the clubhouse.

Frenzy was in the Chapel when we got back. Destroyer and Menace looked wired for a fight. The clubhouse was buzzing with the news that the Scorpions took my ol’ lady. They kept a good distance from me and I was glad for it.

“I found intel on Notch.”

“Tell me.”

Frenzy turned the computer to the side to show me a close up of a mug shot of Notch.

“Name’s Johnny Field. Recently spent a good ten years in prison, got out and worked his way up to president of the Scorpions.”

“Did you just say Johnny Field?” Fang asked, stepping forward to look at the motherfucker. Why did that name sound so familiar? “Remember him, Prez?”

“No. Who is it?”

“He’s the guy Rox was dating in school before she met you in detention. You stole his girl off him, and now he’s the president of our rivals.”

“And now, he has my wife.”

Rox

The irony isn’t lost on me.

Being bound to a chair, my hands tied behind my back as I look over at the two men who would do harm to me? Yeah, I feel like maybe this was the universe’s way of telling me I took it too far with Belle, but fuck it, she needed to learn a lesson, and apparently so did I.

Johnny had changed.

He wasn’t the boy I dated in school anymore. Hell, I barely recognised him when he walked in my house. The fact he was a Bloody Scorpion just made it so much worse. But the way his eyes roamed over me, it was sickening.

He’d always been wrong in that way. Always perving, always looking a little too long. I hadn’t noticed it back then. I’d been his girlfriend, you expected that kind of attention but the pressure to fuck when you were only fifteen was a bit much.

It was because of him that I was in detention that day.

I guess I should thank him, thank him for putting me in Myth’s orbit. There’d been no way I wasn’t being swept up in Myth after that.

The second his eyes had landed on me and that killer smirk had lifted, I was done for.

“All right, princess,” Calypso’s sickening voice was in my ear as he knelt beside me. “You’re going to be a good girl, aren’t you? We just need a couple of photos to send to your husband.”

“Fuck you,” I said through gritted teeth, before I hocked a spitball right in his eye.

He sat back on his feet and chuckled, before he wiped it away. Sick fuck.

“Oh I like your spirit,” he said, before he leaned closer. “I can’t wait to break you.”

Pushing up off the floor, he ran his hand through my hair. I pulled back, almost pulling a muscle, before he slipped out of the room. Notch was in the corner of the room, just watching.