Page 101 of Property of Player

“They’re in Maryland. The club down there is keeping eyes on them. We’ll make a move eventually, but I want to take my time with that. It may not happen anytime soon.”

I get where he’s coming from. War with the Depraved Sinners will drag every chapter into it, and it’s not to be taken lightly. National hasn’t wanted us to go there, even when they hit our last clubhouse years ago.

Gage may have to wait, but I know he’ll figure a way to make them pay.

We adjourn and Cruz, Drae, and I head out into the main room. I find Taylor.

“I’ve got one more trip to make. I’m sorry.”

“Are you kidding? You just got back.”

I cup her face with my palm. “I’m sorry. It’s local. Not goin’ far.”

She searches my eyes. “I guess I have to get used to this if I’m going to be a part of your life.”

“It isn’t always like this. Usually, things are pretty quiet. Before long, we’ll all be partying at the beach. Just be patient a little longer, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Maybe you and Cici could help Mama Pearl. This crew gets hungry.”

“Sure.”

I kiss her once more, then walk out after my brothers.

Chapter thirty-three

Molly

It’s almost 8:00 p.m. My shift at the club starts at 9:00, so I need to head that way. Grabbing my bag, I head out of my condo and down to the parking garage underneath the building.

I beep the lock on my car and yank the driver’s door open when suddenly the side door of a van next to me slides open and two men grab me. A gloved hand covers my mouth, and I’m pulled into the back of the van.

They’ve got ski masks on, and it's dark.

My hands are quickly bound and my mouth taped shut.

I’m terrified they’re with the Sinners, but I’m even more terrified they’re not.

The van pulls out and accelerates through the garage and out the gate. The tires squeal as they peel onto the street.

We ride for miles, and no one talks.

My heart is pounding in my chest.

We pause at a traffic light, and I search the door for the handle, wondering if I could throw myself out of the van, but with the two goons in the back with me, I know there’s no chance of escaping.

We ride into the country, and now I’m really starting to panic.

Soon, the driver turns down a long dirt road and stops before a small shack.

They haul me out of the van.

It’s barely more than a cinder block one-room building with a dirt floor.

A single chair sits in the center of the room, and I panic because I know this must be some kind of interrogation place.

I fight and struggle, but I’m soon tied to the chair.