Page 61 of Savage Fire

Dios, his heart couldn’t take this. His Tessa was gone, taken, and he had no one to blame but himself for not taking her security more seriously. One fucking prospect on her when he knew her bastard stepfather was looking to start trouble. Shit, fuck!

Pressing the gun to his head, he let out a strangled cry of frustration.

There had to be something in all the mess in there that would tell him who had taken her and where.

“Yo, Fang,” Wolf called from the doorway. “The pigs are here. I’m gonna go talk them down from shooting first and asking questions later.”

Fang gave him a chin lift. “Have them call for Detective Benson.” The detective wasn’t a friend of the club, per se, but he was the only man on the LVPD they trusted implicitly. He knew that the Raiders operated differently than other MCs, and he appreciated that they kept things lawful as much as possible, but he wasn’t stupid enough to believe they didn’t handle their shitunlawfullywhen the situation called for it.

Like right now.

His cell rang in his pocket, and he pulled out, seeing Odin’s name on the screen.

“Prez, they took her, they took Tessa,” Fang reported, his voice tight.

“I know. I got the call from Dragon. What do you need from us?” Goddamn, he loved his brothers.

“I need AFK to run a GPS check on her phone. I don’t see it in either room, so I can hope that she still has it with her. If she does, we can find her.”Dios, he’d never prayed for something so hard in his life.

“He’s on it,” Odin said.

“How’s Davey?” Fang asked, thankful to the little shit for calling when he felt something was off. He hadn’t, there was no telling how far the assholes that took her would have gotten before they realized she was gone. He owed the prospect a bottle of top shelf malt when he got healed up.

“He lost a lot of blood, but Doc Liz got to him fast enough to keep him from dying. He’s not out of the woods yet, but she’s working to get him stable enough for a blood transfusion. If the gods smile on us, he’ll be back to manning the gates in no time.”

Fang grunted, his gaze catching on movement in the other room. Hawk appeared, his features grim.

“Hawk’s here,” Fang announced.

“Good. Keep him with you while Wolf deals with the LEOs outside. Once AFK has her location, you call me. We ride. You don’t go this alone, brother. Get me?”

“I get you, Prez.” Tessa might be his, but she also belonged to the club. She was like a sister to many of the men, and best friends with the prez’s old lady. Whoever took her was facing the wrath of the most ruthless and powerful MC in the state. They would bleed and scream before they died.

They hung up and Fang felt the tension in his shoulders shift into his chest.

“The stepfather?” Hawk asked, looking around. Moving trash and inspecting the closet and bathroom.

“Who else would it be? He sent the goons, probably threatened the mom to get Tessa here alone.”

“You think he’d take her to another location in the city, or—after the shooting—you think he’s headed back to Wyoming ‘cause the city’s too hot for him now?”

“The latter. I doubt he planned for a shootout in the motherfucking parking lot,” Fang sneered, anger and fear boiling in his guts.

The motherfucker had Tessa, his heart and soul, and Fang was stuck sitting on his ass, hoping her captors were dumb enough not to check for her phone.

As if there was a God, Fang’s phone pinged the coordinates of Tessa’s cell.

It was moving northeast toward Utah.

After a quick text to Odin, he hurried out the motel and waved at the LEOs staring angrily at him and Hawk. No doubt their captain, a well-paid “friend” of the club, had told them to stand down. Wolf was leaning against his bike, staring down a pair of pigs, his arms crossed like he didn’t have a care in the world. The man was allcojones.

Mounting his Forty-Eight, Fang turned to Hawk.

“Let’s ride!”

Tessa sat, her hands zip-tied together in her lap.

Fucking amateurs.

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