Page 13 of Tusk's Fury

“She’s gone. I don’t know if she ran out on me or someone took her.”

“Look, I’ve never known Brittany to leave anything unsaid. I believe if she left on her own, she’d have screamed a fucking litany of reasons why, before she left.”

“Yeah, she’s never had a problem speaking her mind to me before. We were getting along real good too.”

“Get your ass to the clubhouse ASAP. We’ll figure this out.”

“We’re gonna need Zen. I found her phone and it’s been smashed to hell.”

“He’s here, and so are the club officers. If it’s humanly possible, he’ll pull the information off it for you.”

“I keep thinking that there might be a lead on it that we can use to find her.”

“Don’t worry, Tusk. We’ll figure this shit out. We always do.”

“Thanks, Prez.”

“Before you go, answer a question for me,” Siege says.

“Ask me anything,” I shoot back.

“Is it just me, or is everyone out to steal our fine-ass women?”

Although I’m anxious as hell, I almost smile at his question. “It sure the fuck seems that way sometimes.”

The screen goes black with him laughing like a hyena.

I put the pedal to the metal because I want to get to the clubhouse as soon as possible. As I drive, all kinds of crazy things are running through my head. I don’t remember Brittany ever mentioning having problems with anyone outside the club, and no one inside the club would make my woman fucking disappear.

It hits home how little I know of her past. For the first time, I realize she’s never mentioned her family, not in the entire time I’ve known her. I’ve been so wrapped up in enjoying her company and her body that I never even noticed. And that makes me the shittiest man alive. When I think about all the endless hours she spent listening to me complain about my ex and talk about my family without me asking her about hers, I feel sick to my stomach. Maybe she did leave me for a reason? If she did, I might even deserve it.

I park in front of the clubhouse and rush straight to Siege’s office. Siege, Rigs, Rider, Tank, Dutch, and Zen all turn their heads to stare at me. They don’t say anything as I stroll in and drop down in the one empty seat.

Siege sighs before explaining. “Against my better judgment, several club officers have convinced me that we need to do an intervention with you.”

Shock roils through my gut. “The fuck? You mean like they do for addicts?”

Rider shrugs. “I’ll admit it was my idea.”

I walk right up to him. “You got something to say to me? Then fuckin’ say it, brother.”

“Why the hell are you mobilizing the whole fucking club to look for Brittany of all people? For a club girl, she’s the biggest pain in the ass this club has ever seen. I can practically guarantee this is just more of her attention-seeking bullshit.”

My fists fly before I even think about what I’m doing. I knock him on his ass and turn to the others. “Is this how you all feel? That my girl going missing is just no fucking big deal?”

Siege reaches a hand down to pull Rider to his feet. “I fucking told you that wasn’t going to go over too well, Rider.”

Rider just frowns, his lips pressed together firmly.

Rigs pushes me back from Rider because I’d love nothing better than to beat his ass right now. “No,” he tells me. “We’ve all got different concerns.”

Tank says, “Guess I’ll go next. We all know Brittany. She’s the kind who will play with a brother’s head. I think if you give her a day or two, she’ll pop back up.”

Dutch adds, “She probably just wants you to chase her. She can be playful that way.”

I glance at Rigs. “Time to fucking weigh in, brother. You think one of our own turning up missing is somehow not a priority?”

Rigs tells it to me straight, like always. “No. I blame you for her leaving.” Gesturing towards the bar, he lays it out for me. “All of us saw you here with that cheating ex of yours. You were here, playing happy families out in the open.”

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