Page 76 of Property of the Hellfire Riders

Reynolds.

How is he even tangled up in any of this?

“Izzy,” Hawk grabs my shoulders. “We’re going to find her, alright? Whatever it takes. But we need to head back to theclubhouse. The longer we stay here, the longer our little mole has to sniff around.”

The roarof our engines is the only sound breaking the silence of the night. I cling to Tank as he maneuvers through the darkened roads, my mind refuses to settle. I've finally gotten my first real clue as to where Laina is and it’s still not enough.

All eyes are on us when we arrive at the clubhouse and the motorcycles come to a crawling stop. They probably want to blame me for everything. I nervously chew on my lips, wishing to be anywhere in the world but here. Tank wraps a protective arm over my shoulder when we get off the bike.

“Keep your chin up, girl.”

As we walk toward the group, conversations hush and all eyes turn to us.

“What’s going on?” one of the guys, Jacks, asks, his brow furrowed with concern.

Hawk keeps walking toward the clubhouse, watching him with a side eye glance.

“I could ask you the same thing. All of you standing out here doing jack shit when we lost a huge portion of our crop.”

“We were waiting.”

“For what?” Hawk asks, opening the door.

“Your return.”

“Well, I’m back.” Hawk growls, stalking into the clubhouse, all of us in tow.

“Well, the guys want to meet with you.”

“Not right now.”

Jax grabs Hawk’s forearm squeezing hard, causing him to stop dead in his tracks.

“God dammit, Hawk. You need to meet with these men. Half of ‘em are about to ride out and start a war with the Dead Demons and the other half want this girl of yours gone.” Jax lets go and takes a step back. “So, if you don't want to have a full on fight on your hands, you best go and speak with them.”

Hawk’s jaw tightens hard as he grits his teeth and looks down at me. He doesn’t have a choice.

“Take Izzy upstairs and make sure to lock the door. I want every one of our members in the garage right the fuck now! Do you understand!?”

“You heard your president. Garage now!” Vance echoes, ushering the guys to the garage.

Tank places a reassuring hand on my back, guiding me toward the stairs.

“Come on, Izzy,” he says softly.

I nod, allowing him to lead me up the narrow staircase.

“I’m still trying to wrap my head around all this,” he mutters when we reach the apartment, pushing the door open and gently ushering me inside. “There’s some grub in the fridge and pantry, beer, whatever you want. You know to make yourself at home here.”

“How long are you going to be gone for?” I ask. No part of me wants to be alone right now.

“It’s hard to say. Hopefully no more than thirty minutes. All this dumb political bull shit.”

“Is Hawk alright?” I ask.

Tank laughs.

“Oh yeah. That bastard is fine. Whoever is our mole though. Well, he’s fucked.”

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