Page 100 of Property of Player

The wind in my face on the return ride is the only healing therapy guys like us get. For what it’s worth, it does its job.

I don’t regret a thing.

That scum deserved to die.

The world is a better place without him in it.

Now I just want to get back to Taylor.

By the time we arrive, it's mid-afternoon.

People pour out of the doors at the sound of our bikes rolling up at the clubhouse.

I’m barely off my bike when Taylor hits my body, and I clutch her tight. “It’s over, baby. He’ll never hurt you again.”

“Let’s get inside,” Gage says.

Taylor and I are one of the last ones inside; only two more stand, unmoving. I glance over and see my sister staring at Drae. He wants to hold her, and she him. It’s written on both their faces, in the tension in their bodies.

I stand, waiting.

Drae glances at me, then back at Cici, and lifts his chin to the door.

She turns and heads my way.

I hold the door, and she slips past me.

Drae’s jaw ticks as he follows.

Once we’re all inside, Gage calls church, and we follow him down the hall. I give Taylor a final kiss, and tell her I won’t be long.

Once he calls the room to order, I fill him in, and he nods.

“Good. We’ve got other matters to attend to.”

I assume he means the Depraved Sinners, but he pins me with his eyes.

“That bitch, Molly… She needs to be dealt with.” He points his finger at the wooden table. “I want her found.”

“I get that, Prez, but the crew has been run ragged. Hell, we barely returned from riding from Cali, before we were heading out to find VP’s girl and battle it out with the Sinners. We just made another trip to get that asshole for Player. Now you want us to turn the city upside down lookin’ for that bitch?” Beck growls.

“You’ll do what the fuck I say you’ll do,” Gage snaps, and Beck shuts his mouth.

“I’ll start with the strip club. Find out when she works next,” Cruz says. “They’ll have her address on file. I can ride over there.”

“I’m going with you,” I say.

“VP, I can handle it. You’re exhausted.”

“I said I’m going.”

“Me too,” Drea adds.

“Slaughter awake yet?” I ask. “How’s he doin’?”

“He’s been up for a couple of hours. He’s his old self. Probably would climb on his bike and go with you, if I let him,” Gage says.

“What about the Sinners?”