Page 150 of Wife Number One

“They’re stopping!” the woman called.

I didn’t stop what I was doing to check. I just needed these women out of the van so I could get in it.

All I could see in my head was those men dragging Kara down off that table. Touching her. Taking things from her that they didn’t deserve.

Car doors slammed.

Women spoke in frantic tones that echoed around my head, along with silent screams that belonged to Kara.

“Where. The fuck. Is Kara?” a deadly low voice came from behind me.

In the next instant, the barrel of a shotgun pressed to the back of my head.

Of all the people to stop, it had to be Hawk, didn’t it?

I froze, fingers wrapped around the ropes tying down the last woman. Her huge eyes frantically flicked between me and the man standing behind me with a weapon held against my skull.

Hawk’s voice held barely concealed rage. “Start talking, you piece of shit, because I swear to God, I’m barely keeping it together. Where the fuck is my woman?”

I spun around, not caring that it put me face-to-face with his gun. “Your woman? Are you joking me? You’re feeling her up in movie theaters. You have her dancing on tables for your ‘brothers.’ She’s not your fucking woman. You’ve turned her into your whore.”

Hawk pressed the gun to my lips. “Call her a fucking whore one more time and I swear I’ll pull the trigger. I’m going to ask you again, but you better believe this will be the last time. Where the hell is Kara?”

I stared at him, wide-eyed at his goddamn ignorance. “She’s at your club! I just saw a video of her.”

He shook his head. “She’s not there. She’s packed her bags and left. Where was she meeting you?”

Hope smacked me in the face, so stupid and out of place considering the situation I’d put myself in. But something deep inside me was damn giddy over Hawk’s confession.

She was coming. She wanted to leave with me.

I was every bit the smug bastard, knowing she’d picked me. “Why would I tell you that?”

“Because we have acres and acres of land and about fifty bikers in there just waiting to take women back to her fucking cult leader of a husband.”

I blinked. “Her what?”

Hawk lost any semblance of patience, his roar of frustration a scream of desperation. “Just tell me where she is, Hayden!”

For the first time, I saw past Hawk’s bravado. Past the asshole biker front he put on.

And saw the pure terror in his eyes.

In an instant, I believed every word he’d said. Knew in my gut that Kara was in danger and I was just as responsible for putting her there as he was.

“She was meeting me at the back gate,” I whispered.

“Try again, asshole. That was the first place we looked.” His fingers trembled over the trigger.

“I swear. That was where we were supposed to meet.”

“She’s not fucking there, Chaos!”

I stared at him. “Then where the hell is she?”

He dropped the gun to his side and shook his head. “I don’t know.”

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