honest, all I can think about is myself and what she is to me . I breathe this woman, and without her, my oxygen is going to get cut off. I can already feel my chest getting tighter and tighter as time passes without knowing where she is.
This emotional pain is worse than any physical pain I could experience. Itâs bringing me to my fuckinâ knees.
âLetâs bring her home,â I mutter, staring straight ahead, and everyone stands.
âWeâll find her, Sin,â Arrow rumbles, looking determined. âIâm not fuckinâ losing her.â
The thing isâI donât miss the flash of worry in his eyes. And he has a right to be worried, because we donât know if Faye is okay. What if theyâve hurt her? What if they donât plan on giving her back to us alive?
The pain in my chest intensifies, the emotionsâthe fearâIâve been trying to hide coming to the surface all at once. Arrow, the man who shows the least emotion, ever, the man who cares the least about anything . . . Fuck . . . Heâs telling me he wonât lose her. Losing Faye isnât an option. My whole world will fuckinâ crumble without her in it.
âMe either,â I say, my voice cracking at the end.
Iâm not a man who is weak, ever.
But every man has a weakness, and right now, mine is fuckinâ missing.
My fuckinâ heart is missing.
I donât know if I can do this anymore. This pain, I canât go through it again. How can I? A man can only take so much. Faye might be the center of this club, but sheâs my whole fuckinâ heart, and I refuse to be in this situation again.
No one can ask that of me.
The men pat me on the shoulder one by one as they pass me on the way out. Reassurance. Weâve got this, theyâre telling me. Weâre the WDMC, and we donât do defeat .
We triumph, always .
But until Faye is back in my arms where she belongs, Iâm not going to be able to breathe easily.
Vinnie is the last to leave the room. He puts his hand on my back and leads me out the door. âWeâre going to find her, Sin.â
âI know,â I say, lifting my chin up.
Eyes on the prize.
I need to keep my head clear. I canât miss anything. We just have to figure this out. List our enemies, or anyone with a motive, and be smart about it. Thereâs no point calling the cops; finding a biker presidentâs wife isnât going to be first on their priority list. Besides, they arenât exactly our favorite people. Theyâd probably make me a suspect, search the clubhouse, and find a reason to arrest all of us. Yes, Faye is a lawyer. But I donât know. She has been working with the feds. Maybe this has something to do with that? I told her not to fuckinâ do it, but when Faye wants something . . . Iâll look into the case she was working on, just in case.
We have the contacts, we have the manpower, and we have the weapons.
More than anything, we have determination. We have something to lose, and we arenât going to give up.
We can handle this.
All the women and kids are in the lounge room, watching a movie. I kiss Clover and Asher, who is asleep in Annaâs arms now.
âWeâll be back. Ronan is here with you all,â I tell Anna softly.
She nods, her eyes a little red. Sheâs been crying. Anna has been here the longest after Faye, and I kind of need her to step up to the plate in Fayeâs absence. I know she can do it.
âKeep everyone together,â I tell her, and I donât mean physically. We need to unite right now, be there for one another.
She nods.
I leave the room and head outside to my bike. Vinnie is already waiting for me. When he steps to me and hands me a gun, I take it. Who knows what weâre up against, and better to be safe than sorry. Although all of us are good fighters, sometimes you need to be strapped. If I find out where Faye