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I shake my head. “Not your fault.”

“Y’all gonna try again someday?”

Clenching my fists, I shake my head again. “Naw, can’t. Biche made sure of that.”

“What?” he asks as the door opens and we turn as the four of them step out. Smith and Storm are in the front and Blaze steps out behind them, scanning the area before Storm steps away to reveal Sammy. She looks terrified but that’s not what catches my attention most. With one look at her, I’m sucking in a breath as my eyes widen.

“What the fuck?”

“Dude,” Chance whispers. “Is it just me or does she look exactly like Kady?”

I blink, still not sure I’m seeing things right. “She could be her fucking twin.”

My eyes meet Blaze’s and he shakes his head as he rounds the truck and meets me.”Get on your bike.”

Storm opens the door of the truck for her and throws her bag in the back as Smith gives me a sympathetic look.

“What the fuck is going on?”

Blaze shakes his head again. “Not here. We’ll go back to the clubhouse.”

Delirious, I stare at her as I climb on my bike and she peeks over her shoulder, meeting my gaze, her eyes full of fear. What the ever-loving fuck? Even her eyes are the same damn color as Kady’s. I shake my head as Blaze and Storm pull away from the curb and the truck follows behind them. Smith nods to me and we slip behind the truck as I scan our surroundings.

This doesn’t make any goddamn sense.

Where is Biche… or any of his men? Did he really leave her here, completely unguarded? Is she a trap?

When we stop at a red light, I dig my phone out of my pocket and send a message to Moose to ask him if everything is okay. My knee bounces as I wait for his reply but it doesn’t come before I’m forced to shove my phone back in my pocket and follow after Chance and the girl as she peeks back at me again. I shake my head. How does Biche’s girlfriend or new captive or whatever the hell she is look just like my girl?

It just doesn’t make sense.

I bet if I called Streak right now, he could tell me the probability of finding another person in the world that looks just like you but the chances that the person who looks just like my Kady ending up in Baton Rouge of all places and then that person meeting Biche… I’d say is slim to none.

We pull into the club’s parking lot and I park my bike and pull my phone out again as the others lead Sammy into the club. There’s a message from Moose waiting for me and I suck in a breath as I open it.

Moose:

All good, brother.

Breathing a sigh of relief, I put my phone away and walk into the clubhouse. Everyone is waiting in the war room and I slip in the back before plopping down in a chair next to Smith.

“Sammy,” Blaze says softly, trying his best not to spook her. “Can you tell us what happened? How you ended up there?”

She nods, scanning the table. Her eyes linger on me and I scowl. “I met Oliver four years ago at a club downtown. He was so incredibly sweet and I was thrilled when he asked me out. We dated for about a month before he convinced me to move in with him and that’s when everything changed. It became clear to me that he was obsessed with this other girl…” Her gaze cuts to me and I sit up straighter.

“How do you know him, Sammy?” Storm asks, his muscles tense like he’s ready to pounce and it puts me more on edge.

“He uses a picture of you as a dartboard and he told me stories about you,” she says, her gaze never wavering from mine. “You took her from him.”

I jolt up and pound my fist on the table. “That’s not how it happened.”

“Henn!” Blaze booms and I suck in a breath as I sink back into my chair as he turns to Sammy again. “Please keep going.”

She sucks in a breath as tears build in her eyes. “He wouldn’t let me go anywhere without some of his guys and I wasn’t even allowed to speak to my family or have a phone. I was essentially a prisoner. And then about six months after I moved in, he started urging me to think about plastic surgery. He played off my insecurities and said he would pay for everything and that he just wanted me to feel as beautiful as he thought I was. I finally agreed and when I came out of my first surgery, I realized that he’d gone behind my back and changed the plans with the surgeon. From there, he’s forced me to have multiple surgeries to look like I do now.”

“Holy shit,” I whisper, shaking my head and Chance turns to me with wide eyes, mouthing, “what the fuck”. I just nod as I stare at the table in front of me. I really underestimated Biche’s obsession with my girl and worry knots my stomach as I blow out a breath and run my hand through my hair.

Jesus.