Page 80 of Bullet

Ihadn’t heard from Dixyn since the morning, and worry was eating away at me. I didn’t want to be the controlling, overprotective boyfriend, but I couldn’t help it when the cartel were involved. Deuce and Trey were giving me updates every few hours, but I was still uneasy. I was glad she was having a good time, but I wanted her back in my bed already.

My phone rang, and Deuce's number displayed on the screen as I was playing poker with the guys at the shop. A lump formed in my throat as dread came over me. We’d been communicating via text the whole trip, so it was strange for him to be calling. “Yeah?” I answered.

He didn't answer for a few seconds, and that only intensified my concern. “The cartel got Dixyn,” he finally said.

My stomach dropped as my worst fear was confirmed. “What?” I gritted out, my voice low and lethal.

The laughter and talk around the poker table stopped as my brothers sensed the change in my demeanor.

My prospect's voice was shaky as he responded, “Matteo's guys. They took her from a club in Vegas. We couldn't stop them—there were too many people. Trey's following them now.” His words were rushed and frantic.

Dammit, I told Dixyn to be careful. And I had my prospects follow her and her friends to be safe.This can't be happening.I felt sick to my stomach. A few moments of silence passed as my mind raced, my pulse thrumming in my ears. “I told you to fucking watch her!” I yelled into the phone before chucking it against the wall. Rage and fear overcame me, and I roared, flipping over the table, then punching a hole in the wall closest to me. Chips and cards scattered all over the floor as everyone at the table stood.

I clenched my fists as I tried to calm myself down, but it was hard when all I could think about was what the cartel would do to Dixyn once they got her wherever they were going. My heart was pounding with fear and adrenaline.

“Calm down, brother,” Cowboy said, placing a hand on my shoulder.

Shrugging him off, I growled, “Don't tell me to fucking calm down! The cartel have my woman.”

Cowboy held his hands up, palms facing me. “We'll find her. We just have to come up with a plan.”

Desperation was creeping through my veins as I tried to figure out what to do. “Call Trey,” I barked at Kojack. “Find out where they're going.” I turned to AK. “Get every damn piece we have and get all the brothers here now.”

I stalked toward the door as Cowboy called out, “Where are you going?”

“To get backup.” I couldn’t believe what I was doing, but I was fucking desperate.

Ten minutes later, I pulled up outside Apache's strip club and parked my bike. Two guys in Forsaken cuts were outside and stood at attention when they noticed me.

As I approached them, one asked, “You lost?”

I hadn’t seen Apache since the night he’d come to my house and threatened me with a gun. “I need to speak with Apache. Now.”

They both looked at each other and chuckled. “I don't think you're in the position to be making demands.”

I didn't have time for their shit. Dixyn was in trouble, and she needed me. I grabbed the asshole closest to me and pushed him up against the wall, my knife to his throat. I glared at the other one. “Get Apache before I spill his blood all over this concrete.”

The guy held up his hands. “Be cool, man. I'll get him.”

I pulled my X9 out as I waited for Apache, keeping my knife steady on the other biker's neck.

As the door opened, I pointed my gun at it, ready for anything. Apache came out with his sons, eyes narrowed angrily as Raleigh and Jameson pointed their guns at me. “What the fuck are you doing here, Bullet?” Apache spat.

“I need to talk to you.”

He crossed his arms over his chest, eyes darting between me and his man I had my knife against. “Well, go ahead, talk.”

“The cartel took Dixyn.”

His arms dropped. “What?”

I pulled my knife from his man's throat and held up my hands in a gesture of peace. Apache motioned to his sons to put their guns down, then turned back to me as I said, “One of my guys is tailing them right now. I'm going after her. I came here to see if we could put our bullshit aside and work together to get her back.”

“How do we know what you're saying is true?” Jameson questioned. “How do we know this isn't some bullshit trick?”

“Look, kid, I don't give a shit if you believe me or not. I'm going after Dixyn with or without you. Just thought I'd let you know.”

I turned to go back to my bike, pissed at myself for wasting time. I needed to get to Dixyn before they crossed the border, or else it would infinitely harder to find her.

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