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“I don’t work for him, but tell me if there is something going on. Do you need my help?” he asked. He wanted to help. There was clearly more to Martha Bernadette than met the eye.

“I can’t tell you. If I do, he will kill her,” Martha said.

And now, there was definitely no way to turn back.

Chapter Ten

Savage sat in front of Doc for the second time that day, relaying every detail of what Martha Bernadette had told him. Andy had kidnapped Betty Jackson. Martha didn’t have a clue where her niece was, but out of the blue, Andy appeared. He needed money, and several years ago, Martha had cut him off. He was nothing more than a gambler, a waster, who treated money as if it grew on trees.

Martha never expected to hear from Andy again. She thought it would all be over, but he didn’t like the idea of being cut off from all that wealth. She didn’t know how it happened, but Andy was able to take Betty. She had not been seen or heard from since, and the only means to contact her was text messages.

Betty had gone away on vacation to a small town, where she liked the peace and quiet, as she was an author and liked to spend long periods of time alone. She was in her late twenties, and was shy. Writing was her only outlet, so it wasn’t unusual for Martha not to hear from her. However, when Andy came crawling back, it was with the understanding that if she didn’t do everything he said, Betty was going to die. Since then, Martha had been under his thumb, which was over six months now. Her will hadn’t been changed, and it couldn’t be changed for another six months.

That was what Andy was holding out for. Even money transfers couldn’t be made. It was why he was still in town, and why he refused to move on. Martha had hoped to get help, but she didn’t know who she could trust, which is why she had started to ask for Maeve. Maeve was the only woman who didn’t treat her like a social pain in the ass. She needed to know if she could trust Maeve.

Savage told her that not only could she trust Maeve, but also the club. However, Martha was afraid of them making a move in case Andy wasn’t lying and Betty’s life was at stake. He had all the details about Betty’s town and where she might be. He laid that information out to Doc, who immediately called a church meeting. Everyone came, including Nitro and Iron, who had been keeping a close eye on Maeve.

The details were clear. They were not going to make any sudden moves until they knew Betty was safe. Grim was given the mission to go to town, locate Betty, and find out the relevant details of her safety. Nitro and Iron were to remain on Maeve’s watch, just in case anything happened to her, because of her being written into Martha’s will. Everyone else was to keep an eye on Andy. They had patrol detail, and where he went, Doc wanted a full report. They didn’t know every detail about Andy. They didn’t know if he was working alone or for someone else.

Razor got the first patrol detail, and everyone got their assignments. It was time for him to leave, and Doc left as well.

He made his way outside as Grim did. Of all the people to send to Betty, he would not have placed Grim. The man didn’t know how to smile. He was so negative.

“Good luck,” he said.

“Fuck off. For all we know, Andy’s the one texting her and Betty’s dead already.”

“You’re full of cheer and optimism, aren’t you?”

Grim just glared at him.

Waving a hand at him, Savage moved toward his bike and straddled the machine. This didn’t feel right. He didn’t like sneaking off to be with Charlotte. Doc didn’t know, but right now was not the time to tell him he was falling for the man’s daughter. He knew it was fucking wrong, but he couldn’t seem to stop himself, as he pulled out of the parking lot and made his way toward his apartment.

Parking his bike in his available spot, he made his way up to his apartment, and the moment he entered, he smelled her vanilla scent. Seconds later, she came around the corner, and he saw her beautiful smile.

“You made it,” she said, holding up a wooden cooking spoon.

“Hey, beautiful,” he said.

She ran toward his arms, and he dropped his keys, opening his arms, and she jumped right into them. He pulled her lips down to his and kissed her, spinning her around and pressing her up against the wall. All day, he’d been wanting to kiss those lips, especially since the last time he had seen her when she let him inside Martha’s home.

She pulled away first. “I need to go. I’ve got dinner bubbling.”

He growled, pressed his face against her neck, and had no choice but to pull away and let her escape. He followed her down the hallway, watching her shapely ass as she made her way into the kitchen.

“Meatballs and tomato sauce with spaghetti,” she said. “I saw a recipe yesterday that used Italian sausage, and I picked some up at the grocery store.”

“I’m in for a treat,” he said.

“I happen to love meatballs and spaghetti, it’s one of my favorites.”

She offered him that cute smile that showed her dimples off, and he was hooked.

“Did you get what you needed from Mrs. Bernadette?” she asked.

“Yes, and if Andy’s ever there, I don’t want you to be left alone with him. You call me, or text me, or do whatever you need to do to get me there, you got it?” he asked.

The very thought of Andy being anywhere near his woman made his blood fucking boil. He wanted to kill.