Page 65 of Anchor

“Brother, they’re right,” Cannon adds, “I’ve seen her wedding ring around your neck; leaving for five days will cement in her mind to leave you.”

I smile at the brothers and say, "My wife is wearing two new rings to cement anewbeginning for us, and who said I’ll be leaving her here?”

Their mouth drops open, and I look at Steal, “Uncle Colt needs to attend all three practices while we’re gone and ensure Aunt Cass is at his game. That is the deal Micha made for his mom and me to go away, though it helps he knows that I’m winning his mom back.”

“Heaven’s going with you?” Pitbull confirms, and I nod.

“She is. She’ll be on my bike the whole time.” I sigh and sit forward. “I need to prove to her that she comes first, something I hadn’t done a few weeks back, or ten years ago.”

Steal offer, “By taking her on a club run and showing that you trust her with everything, that we, the club, trust her.”

I nod. “Exactly. Now, I think, before he’s patched in, Western should drive the van, that fucker John next to him to get him used to the ropes.” The brothers chuckle. “I’ll take the back end with my girl, Piston in front as normal, then my dad, Trig, Pitbull, and Shotgun on either side, that way there are brothers who my girl know and trust around her.”

Steal looks around the room and asks, “Any problems with that?” Everyone shakes their heads, making me smile.

I add, “You may want to include Art as well. He’s still a little sour that he never knew about my marriage.”

The brothers all laugh, and Steal bangs the gavel, then asks me, “Who is staying with Micha?”

I smile and admit, “He’ll be staying at home, and my mom, my sister, and Heaven’s mom will take turns staying with him, and only because they started arguing about who gets to have him.”

Steal nods, smiling, before he looks around the room again, looks at Piston, and asks, “Is there any more news?”

He sighs but shakes his head, “Axe is keeping his head down, and Aurora and Hannah are still MIA.”

I grit my teeth.

Axe is Acid and Piston’s blood cousin on their father’s side, their father as in the leader of The Killers, who tried to kill Natalie and went after Perrie.

The fucker is dead, but we had several traitors in the club that were reporting back to him, and most of us council brothers believe the fucker, Axe, has something to do with them, but there’s no proof, and due to club law, we can’t do jack shit until we have what we need.

Hannah was his old lady. He claimed she had trapped him when she announced she was pregnant, but as soon as he gave her his cut, the baby miraculously disappeared, and many believe she aborted it, and so do I, but mainly because she had found out what a cheating fucker he was. He treated her like shit, and she didn’t even want his cut. As for Aurora, she grew up with the club, her father is good friends with Steal and his dad—fuck, she’s an honorary sister to Acid and Piston. But last year she disappeared, nowhere to be seen, at the same time as Hannah, and Axe, who denied it at first, was the last one to see her.

“There were waves of a sighting of a girl matching the description of Aurora a few weeks back at the bus station, but the cameras showed fuck all,” Piston admits, and I sigh.

The girl was sweet as anything, and smart as shit.

If Axe did do something to her, he’ll fucking die a slow death, we’ll ensure it.

“Keep looking, brother,” Steal begs before he bangs the gavel stating, “alright, church finished.”

Defeated, and I slap his back, murmuring, “We’ll fucking find her, one way or another.”

He nods, and I stand, heading for the door.

I promised Art one drink before going home, and I messaged my wife, and she was fine with it.

I grab my phone from John, who, for once, doesn’t flinch, and walk over to the bar, patting Art on the back as I take a seat.

“Beer, prospect,” I say loudly, and Paul slides one my way. I quickly take a sip, enjoying the coldness.

“It’s about time you had a drink with me, brother,” Art says, taking a sip as Brandy slides up next to him, running her hand along his thigh.

“I’m only here for one drink, brother,” I remind him, and ignoring Brandy, he grins at me, stating, “You are so fucking whipped,” and I just shrug, not denying it because, yes, I fucking am.

I open my mouth to call him a fucker, but before I can get words out, a bony body slides underneath my arms, trying to climb on my lap, and I growl with anger locking eyes with Ginger.

“Hey baby, I’ve been on cleaning duty for far too long, my pussy needs a good fuck,” She whispers with sultry lust, and I grab her arm, squeezing it tightly, making her eyes widen in shock, but before I can throw her on the floor, she screams in pain as a hand grabs her hair and yanks her hard off my body and onto the floor. I turn to see my wife glaring at a shocked Ginger on the floor.

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