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“Please, get Ryland. Tell him to warn . . .”

“What’s goin’ on here?” another man asks, making his way from somewhere on the other side of the gate. This guy I recognized from back when I was in school. I remember they called him Pike back then. His gaze comes to me, he blinks and blinks again. “Fuckin’ hell. Get this gate open,” he orders.

The guy manning the gate rushes to the side and presses a button. I stumble forward as the gate clears, and Pike moves into my space, scooping me in his arms.

“Tell Ryland to warn them,” I mumble, my head becoming fuzzy.

“Warn who, Ry?” Pike asks.

“Sabotage and Viking, warn them, keep Vaeh . . .”

CHAPTER TWO

WARRANT

“Yo, VP,” Pike shouts, coming through the doors, the prospect right on his heels.

Twisting on my stool, one arm still around a club bitch, I look at my brother and road captain, seeing a woman in his arms. “What’s going on?” I ask, taking in the slumped form of the woman and the fact she’s got blonde hair. A part of me, the part that’s long gone, shudders with the possibility, but I know it can’t be her. She’s been gone for years.

Pike looks to the prospect, who moves around him and orders, “Go get Butcher.”

“Yes, sir,” the prospect shouts, already running.

I focus on the woman in Pike’s arms as he grows near.

“Fuck, VP,” his voice seems to strain at those two words.

But my gaze is on the woman, blood and sweat coating her body. Even with all of that, there’s no missing who she is. “Ryann.”

I come off the stool, shove the club bitch away, and take my little sister in my arms.

“She just showed up at the gates asking for you,” Pike explains, keeping up with me while I head for Butcher’s med room. “Said we needed to warn Sabotage and Viking.”

I know those names, but it couldn’t be the same men. We’ve got an alliance with them, but there’s no way my sister could know them. “Call Risk for me,” I order as I step into Butcher’s med room and lay Ryann on the bed.

“On it,” Pike says, going past the room.

Thank fuck he didn’t step in here.

Staring down at my little sister, my little Ry, a part of me feels weighted and, at the same time, relieved. She’s alive. Breathing. Here. I take her in, seeing the difference in her.

“What’s the deal here?” Butcher demands, coming into the room.

“It’s Ryann.” I slowly lift my head to meet not just my brother’s but one of my best friend’s gaze.

Butcher’s step falters all of a split second before he stalks to the other side of the room and curses under his breath. “The hell happened to her?”

“Don’t know, but I’m gonna fuckin’ find out,” I rasp, unable to hide the emotions I normally don’t show. I’m not one for heart-to-hearts or giving women roses and sweet words. I keep it free and easy.

“Warrant,” Risk says, coming into the room and closing the door, eyes locked on me. He’s my other best friend, and we’d joined the club together the first chance we got. “Pike told me he brought Ryann . . .”

“It’s her,” I confirm and give my sister my attention once again.

“Fuckin’ hell,” Risk growls, coming to stand next to me. “Who the fuck did this to her?”

“Don’t know, but she told Pike to tell me to call Sabotage and Viking.” I don’t know if they are same ones I know, but it can’t be a coincidence she’s saying those names. It could be someone else altogether. However, I don’t believe in coincidences. “Do me a favor, will you, and just put a call in for me. If it’s them, then they better have a damn good reason for knowing my sister.”

“I’ll call them,” he says, taking a step back. “Until we know what’s going on with her, though, I’m putting the club on lockdown. We don’t need anyone coming up here that we don’t know.”

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