havenât known pain like the pain Iâm going to thrust upon them. Iâll have no mercy. And if something happens to FayeâIâll have no conscience left. She is the good in me. Sheâs my fuckinâ heart, my soul, and there is no way Iâm going to live without her.
Iâm going to bring her home.
I call up Rake and tell him to get to the clubhouse. Weâre going on lockdown. I want everyone in the same place, just until we know what weâre dealing with. Some of the men can stay to protect the women and kids, and the rest of us will do whatever we can to bring my wife back.
Iâm coming for you, babe.
Everyone is in the clubhouse, trying to remain calm. With Faye in danger, the women are all over the fuckinâ place with worry, and a few of them are trying not to cry. I need them to stay calm though, because I donât want the kids to start freaking out because of the tension in the clubhouse right now.
Iâm pacing up and down while the men sit at the table, waiting for me to tell them the plan of action. The thing is, itâs hard for me to keep a level head here. I canât. I just want her back. Thereâs nothing I wouldnât do right now. Iâm desperate, and itâs a vulnerable place to be. When I donât speak, Arrow clears his throat. âSin, why donât you sit down? Let us do the planning. Weâre going to get her back, brother. Whatever it takes.â
I shake my head, running my hand through my hair. Iâm the president. Faye is my wife. Iâm going to be calling the shots. They donât know the thoughts in my head right now, and they donât need to know.
Did I tell her I love her before she left for work today? I canât remember. What was the last thing I said to her? I shake my head again and try to concentrate. Faye needs the MC president in me right now, not the devoted, loving husband. She needs the ruthless me, the man who gets shit done.
The man who never loses.
âTracker, try and get camera footage from her work or any surrounding buildings. You might have to wait until tomorrow for that though,â I say, gritting my teeth. We donât have time to waste right now. âUnless you have any contacts? Cop buddies? Any resources you have, use them. Take Irish with you. I want everyone in pairs, just in case whoever weâre dealing with has something else up their sleeves. If they want anything from us, they need to be able to contact us. I think we should close down Rift, just in case. Last thing we need is something going wrong there and innocent people getting hurt. Talon and Ranger, make sure the Wild Men arenât behind this shit in any way.â
They both nod.
âArrow, get in touch with the Kings of Hell. We donât have very many enemies, so if itâs not the Wild Men, Iâm thinking it has to be the Kings. Who else would fuck with us?â I look to Talon. âWe need to figure out who your rat is, and fast.â
Talon nods and pulls out his phone. âIâll call Slice.â
Dammit, if we found out who that fucker was sooner, this whole thing might have been avoided.
Who else would be that fuckinâ stupid?
Whoever it is, itâs their funeral.
âYou want me to pay them a visit?â Arrow asks, an evil glint in his eyes. âIâll be more than happy to.â
He looks a little too trigger-happy for my liking, so I say, âRake, stick with Arrow. Keep him out of prison, please.â
Rake nods. âIâll handle it.â
âRonan, you and the prospects stay behind and protect the women and children,â I say, cracking my knuckles. âVinnie, you and I are going to go drive around, see what we find, try to get some information from anyone who would know anything.â
Vinnie nods, looking solemn. Yeah, no one is happy right now. Faye means so much to everyone, and I know theyâre all feeling this. But to be
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