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“Ours was clear, too,” Pike announces as he comes back from his hallway.

“Fuck!” I scream as I tug at my hair. Where is she? Where the hell is she?

“We go back home and regroup. I don’t know where else to look for them. We’ll call our contact guy and see what he has to say,” Mask says. Fuck them. Fuck the contact guy. If they took her back they aren’t going to offer up that information. They’re going to ignore him.

“Fuck this,” I snap before turning and heading out of the hospital. I storm back to my bike as a few of the other guys watch me intently, wondering what I’m about to do. I don’t do shit. I grab my cigarettes and light one up, trying to think of where else they could have taken them locally. What if they moved them out of town? What if they decided it was too hot around here with cops and us and moved them away? The thought makes my skin crawl. Those traffickers are sneaky motherfuckers and know how to hide people.

I wrack my brain, trying to come up with anything, something, but I have nothing. I don’t know where they could be. I don’t know what the fuck they’re doing to her, and that’s driving me insane.

“Let’s head back. We’re not doin’ any good sittin’ here,” Mask says. I don’t want to go back because I know she isn’t there. I want to find her. Chain her ass to my bed again and make sure no one ever takes her from me again. I want to snap her neck for not fighting harder when they took her. I want to hurt myself for not fighting harder. There are so many things I want to do, but they all revolve around her.

Flicking my smoke to the ground, I grab my helmet and pull it on before climbing on my bike. Then I follow the guys out of the parking lot of the old hospital and back out onto the main road. Where the hell are they?

I spend the time as we ride through town thinking about what’s close by where they could house at least twenty, if not more women.

I come up blank every time. Nothing. Not a single fucking thing.

We pull into the clubhouse and are greeted by the other guys we left behind. We all climb off our bikes, defeated. I want her back. Maybe I’m selfish for trying to keep her. Maybe I’m a prick for keeping the girl I bought, but I don’t care anymore. I want what I want, and what I want is her. Now I just need to figure out where the fuck she is and beg her to stay with me.

I walk back inside the clubhouse with my hands balled at my sides. I can’t seem to ease this tension in me. I feel like she’s close, but I don’t know where.

“What’s wrong?”

“I just feel like Addison’s close, man.”

“We’ve checked everything local.”

“I know, but I can’t help what I feel.”

“You think it’s someone we know?” Mask asks me.

“I don’t think so. Who the hell would do this?”

“I don’t know, brother. We don’t have any issues with rival clubs right now. Doesn’t mean someone isn’t tryin’ to start somethin’,” Van chimes in.

“But who?”

“I don’t know that either,” he adds.

“This is too fucked up. I need a minute,” I tell them before I walk away and down the hall. I walk into my room and slam the door behind me before walking over and sitting on the edge of the bed.

What the hell is going on around here? Why would someone ambush us like that? I can’t come up with any good reasons, and that pisses me off. We don’t have any issues with anyone right now, so that doesn’t seem like the likely answer.

I crack my neck from side to side, annoyed as shit with the whole situation. There’s something else. Something closer than any of us know. I can feel it, and when I find out what it is, all hell is going to break loose.

Chapter 21

Addison

Bunny and I sit huddled together on the bed, just holding each other while we await our fates. I don’t know what that’s going to be and I’m not sure that I want to know. All I do know is I hope Free finds us before we’re actually forced to do something we’re going to regret later. I know the power of Free’s drugs, and I know just how well they work. He’s used them on me more than once, but I was only ever with him. The thought of someone else touching me makes me sick to my stomach.

“What are you thinking?” Bunny asks as she pulls me in tighter.

“That I can’t do this. I can’t sleep with someone else,” I tell her.

“I know. I’ll do whatever I can to keep the attention off you,” she offers, breaking my heart in half. I don’t want her to do that.

“No. You don’t want this either. If it happens, it happens. Don’t you dare try to stop it,” I warn her.

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