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I couldn’t agree more. There’s shit going down with our club, and we don’t need more problems added on top of what we’re already dealing with.

“You gonna call your mom?” Butcher asks while using an antiseptic wipe on Ryann’s face, cleaning the blood away.

“Not yet,” I answer him. “She’s going to lose her shit when she finds out Ryann’s back, and I want to know what we’re dealing with before I make that call.

After Ryann disappeared and our dad was killed, Mom struggled. She had a hard time coming to terms with losing both of them. It nearly broke her. Fuck, if it didn’t gut me seeing the pain it caused her. All the same, she picked up the pieces to herself she could and moved on. In the past year, she’s started going out with her friends again, even went on a few dates.

Calling her now would open wounds that she’s only now finally got band-aids on. I can’t rip those off without knowing what she’s been through to lessen the blow she’s taken.

“Butch, man, heads up, she’s been in a car wreck. Someone ran her off the road,” Risk snarls.

I whip around to see him still with the phone to his ear, listening. My anger flows through my veins as the knowledge becomes clearer. Those in the Toxic Warriors know my sister and didn’t fuckin’ tell us.

“Right, I suggest when you get here, you have one hell of an explanation,” Risk growls, pulling the phone from his ear. “Viking and a few others from the Toxic Warriors MC are headed this way. Seems Ryann is Sabotage’s ol’ lady, and shit’s happening right now that’s totally fucked. Viking said he and his brothers will fill us in when they get here.”

“She’s Sabotage’s ol’ lady?” I grumble, not liking this one bit. She’s nearly half his age. No way in fuck would my sister be with a man that much older.

“Sabotage,” Ryann whimpers.

I glance back down at her, seeing she’s still out and talking in her sleep.

“Help me. Please, Sab, don’t let him hurt me.”

Those few words are more than I can handle. Looking away from her, I start pacing the room, ready to slam my fist into someone, something, anything.

I don’t know what’s going on here, or what’s happened to my sister, but fuck if I don’t intend to find out.

CHAPTER THREE

SABOTAGE

As we roll through the gates of one of our allies, several emotions rush through me. They’ve been coursing through my body from the moment Viking looked at me with the phone to his ear while speaking to Risk, saying that Ryann was my ol’ lady.

I hadn’t felt the relief of knowing where she was. That feeling won’t happen until I’ve got eyes on her. But what I want to know is why the fuck she never said her brother was a member of the Inferno’s Clutch MC. I would have honored her not wanting to let anyone know, granted I’d have done my best to get her to see reason. She should have told us about her family.

Hell, both Nevaeh and Ryann should have told us about them being from families within an MC. There’s definitely something weird about this. I don’t believe in coincidences, never have. All of this has to be connected. Only one of those girls we rescued wasn’t associated in some way with an MC. However, Peyton’s story was completely different. Her sister sold her straight up to the sick, twisted bastard stalking my daughter.

We’ll have to figure out what the fuck is going on, first though, I’m seeing to Ryann.

“You gonna be able to keep your shit in check?” Viking asks on the other side of Maverick.

“Yeah, I’m good.” I growl and climb off the back of my bike.

After the call, Viking reported what Risk told him. Maverick, Rock, Viking, and Grimm tagged along for the trip. Pirate went back to the clubhouse. He figured he’d get back to his computers and keep an eye on shit from there.

“They’re gonna want to know why we didn’t tell them anything,” Rock remarks.

“We tell them the truth.” There’s no way around it. We don’t want a war between us and them. Just as we had to do with Nevaeh’s family, we’ll do with Ryann’s. “Just brace because Ryann didn’t want anyone to know.”

“She’s gonna have to fill in those reasons,” Grimm says, climbing off the back of his bike.

“Know that.” Nodding, I start for the doors. “Also, know that if they get in my way, I have no problem fighting my way through.”

“It won’t come to that.” Viking’s voice is heavy with tension as he says this.

It best not.The words are strictly in my head, and I keep them there. I’ve got a lot of respect for Viking, not only as my son-in-law but as the Prez of this club. I hadn’t wanted a position as an officer of the club. I was good being a member. This club was my family, but when Rampage took the Prez patch for our Indiana charter, I accepted the chaplain patch.

Together, my brothers and I walk up to the doors of the clubhouse, that are solid with concrete walls. I don’t pay attention to inside, just the men standing in the middle of the room waiting for us.

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