Page 119 of Avenging Devil: Part 2

“Well fuckin’ involve them!” I was screeching now.

“I’ll call you back after I’ve viewed the footage,” the voice told me.

“Who am I speaking to?” I belatedly enquired.

“My name’s Jean Robes. I’m the maternity ward supervisor.”

Mentally I stored that away and ended the call.

“Grumbler? What’s going on?” Alicia came into my room rubbing her bleary eyes.

How could I tell her, her mother’s gone missing? I couldn’t. Not until I knew what was going on. “Club business,” I told her roughly. “I’ve got to go to the club.”

“Okay.” She seemed to accept that easily. “When you see Mom in the morning, give her my love.”

I fucking hoped I’d be seeing her mother in the morning. Aware there could be a wealth of hurt coming our way and wanting to save her from that for as long as I could, I gentled my voice.

“Go back to sleep, sweetheart. I’ll speak to you later.”

I stepped out of the house, locked the door behind me, then went to my bike. Glancing back, I saw Alicia’s bedroom light switch off. Content she was out of earshot, I placed my call.

“D’you know what fuckin’ time it is?”

“Mary’s gone from the hospital. I think she’s been abducted.”

“Fuck. Grumbler. Get your ass here now.”

“On my way, Prez.”

I made it to the compound in record time and had just backed my bike into my normal spot when my phone rang.

“Grumbler, it’s Ross. I’m so fuckin’ sorry, man. I must have been drugged.” His words sounded slow and slurred.

“You goddamn sorry waste of space. You’re never getting your fuckin’ patch!” I yelled down the phone. “Who was it? Who got her?”

“I don’t know. I drank coffee, and that’s all I remember.”

“Fuckin’ asshole. Get your ass back to the club.”

“Grumbler? What the fuck’s going on?” Salem, still pulling his t-shirt over his head, ran up to me.

I ended my call and turned to him. “Mary’s been taken.”

“Shit.” He looked at me with disbelieving eyes. “Let’s get inside.”

Christ, the last few hours have been a nightmare, I think as I take my seat in church for the second time today, and wait while the rest of the brothers come in.

It hadn’t taken long for a call to come in. When it had, Lost had put it on speaker.

“You’ve got something of mine, and I’ve got something of yours. We’ll make an exchange and put things back in their rightful places.”

“To whom am I speaking?” Lost had asked.

“You want to play it like that? Well, I’m Duke, VP of the Crazy Wolves.”

“Not sure I’ve heard of that club.” Lost tried to toy with him.

“Like that is it? Guess you don’t want the woman back. Can’t say I blame you.” Duke actually chuckled. “She’s too old for my liking, and about ready to pop. Guess I’ll be doing you a favour—”

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