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“What the hell?” I growled, getting off and looking down at the bike. Jax got off as well, his eyes narrowing on theengine.

I checked the main bits, but Hunter was the engine expert,notme.

Jax crouched down next to it, his hands reaching for the metal. “Don’t touch if you’re just going to make shit worse,” I snapped, my mood dropping even more than I thoughtpossible.

“Chill, Prez. I hang around Hunter enough to have picked up some things,” he grumbled, reaching his hands toward the engine as he began tofiddle.

I wish I could chill, but something didn’t feelright.

“Wolf.” Jax’s tight, deep voice came from down below. He barely ever referred to mebyname.

I snapped my head down to him, seeing his hands covered in black liquid just as the thin puddle of fuel crawled out from under the body of my bike. “Someone shot a hole in yourfuelline.”

“Someone…what?” I growled. “Jax, tryyourbike—”

My phone rang in my pocket, cutting off what I was about to say. But it didn’t matter. Jax was lunging over his bike in seconds, his hand reaching for the key just as I put my phone tomyear.

“I’m almost there,” Anna’s voice chimed down the phone. “Figured you were taking too long and you’d need some sugar to win overJerimiah.”

My head registered her words, but my eyes were on Jax, watching as his face grew concerned, no sound coming from his bike. He spun his head to look back at me,shakingit.

“Tell me you’re driving,” I said into the phone, my eyes not leavingJax’sface.

“What?” Anna’s surprised voice came through the phone. “Of course, I’m not driving. Not allowed to do that for another week. I’m only around the corn—” The echoing sound of screeching tires filled the air and the phone, Anna’s voice buriedbeneathit.

“Shit,” I hissed, turning and running as fast as I could to the road, hitting the concrete withinseconds.

My eyes caught hers for barely a second before a huge guy dragged her into the van, the door slamming shut and the vehicle pulling ontotheroad.

“Anna!” I roared, as the van’s wheels squealed around the corner and out ofsight.

Jax’s hand was dialing numbers faster than I could think, until suddenly, I heard the muffled sound of Lamb’s voice coming through hisphone.

I grabbed it from him, shoving it to my ear. “This better be a part of the fucking plan!” I bellowed down thedevice.

“What?” Lamb’s suddenly alerted voice told me all I needed to hear. “The plan isn’t until tomorrow? Whathappened?”

“If this isn’t us...” Jax voiced my thoughts. “Then whowasit?”

“I don’t know,” I growled, crushing the mobile phone in my hands and cutting off Lamb’svoice.

Bubbling rage boiled inside me. Enough. I’d hadenough.

“But I plan tofindout.”

Chapter Twenty-Two

Anna

Almost shot.Stabbed. And now kidnapped? I’d had a hell ofayear.

I wiggled my wrists against the duct tape, keeping them strapped to each arm rest of the plastic recliner I was strapped to. Weird choice of chair, I acknowledged tomyself.

“It’s all we had,” said one of my capturers. He was the only one accompanying me in the room, the rest standing guard around the small, one-story abandoned house. He had long—and I mean down-to-the-ass long—blond hair tied into a ponytail on the top of his head. It was so silky and glossy that I couldn’t help but be impressed at his hair management, especially on our side of business. He also had fairly feminine features, perhaps some Asian in him that also made his strength incredibly impressive, since he’d carried me bridal style into the room after I’d bitched about my stomachwound.

“I suppose I can’t complain,” I grumbled, leaning back against the plastic. “So... your boss isn’tcoming?”

“He was busy,” he answered, his voice low. “Sent meinstead.”

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