Page 120 of Avenging Devil: Part 2

“Listen you motherfucker!” I screamed. “You touch one hair on her head—”

Lost waved me down. “So we’ve established you’ve got something of ours. I don’t know what you think we have in return?”

“Well let me prod your memory. My wife, Sapphire. My old lady. The Satan’s Devils have got her, and I want her back.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. She’s not at my club.”

“I’m aware of that, but you know where she is. Or you had better. Else the woman I do have is dead. Maybe I’ll cut her open, take the brat out first…”

I launched over the table, Dart blocking me as I reached for the phone. “Get him out of here,” he hissed.

“No, I’m staying,” I protested, but Pennywise and Scribe took me by the arms and dragged me out and into the clubroom.

“Calm yourself the fuck down. You’re not helping,” Pennywise told me, his fingers pinching his brow. “It’s fuckin’ shit what’s happened to Mary but shouting ain’t gonna help.”

“I’ve got to get back in there.”

“No,” Scribe interjected. “You’re going to sit out here and wait. Lost can talk to him calmly.”

I got in a punch. Scribe was ready to fight back, but Pennywise took hold of my arms and pinned them behind me.

I fought, how I fought. Now I risk a look at Pennywise as he takes his seat and see him rubbing his jaw. Yeah, I back headed him one, left my mark on him, but still I hadn’t been released. Not until Lost had finished his conversation. Even after that, they’d had to calm me down.

It hadn’t worked.

One by one, the brothers come in. My brothers take their usual seats, the newcomers bring in extras from outside, Niran, the slowest, walks in last. Or, not last. Saffie is behind him. Bold as brass she steps up to a chair and sits down. She’s grown some balls since we last met, walking in amongst a group of bikers acting as if she belongs there, especially given all the raised brows.

Lost takes his seat and bangs the gavel. “Welcome, Brothers from Utah. Let’s kick this off. Any updates since we last met?”

“Hold up,” I ask. “What’s she doing here?”

“She’s got as much right as anyone,” Niran states. “She’s got to understand any plan if she’s going to take part.”

Since I hit him, I’ve come to my senses. “Saffie’s not getting anywhere near Duke.” This is a man’s war, I’m not trading one woman for another.

“I am.” With just one wary glance toward Lost, Saffie speaks for herself. “It’s me Duke wants. Using me is the only chance of getting your old lady back.”

“Since when do we let bitches do our work for us?” I rasp.

A cough draws my attention. Fucking Swift. It’s followed by a snort from Road.

“Saffie’s staying,” Prez says, overriding my objections. “Let’s move on.”

Token raises his hand. “I’ve got a location for the phone call. It came from somewhere down by the beach.”

“Reckon he’d probably not call from where he is,” Blaze remarks. “Grit would make sure it couldn’t be traced.”

“But he wouldn’t be too far away.” Stormy, from his place at the back of the room, sits forward. “Honor and Duty are looking into any new rentals or abandoned buildings close by. Should get a list through any moment.”

“Then we can get up the drones. Take a look from the air,” Preacher states, explaining some of the equipment he’d arrived with. “One of our new models has infrared. It can seek out heat images within buildings.” At my raised eyebrow, he adds with a smirk, “Military spec. Absolutely top secret.”

“Any more news from Duke?” Niran asks. He seems to take whatever Utah’s got access to in his stride.

Lost shakes his head. “Not since he told me to wait by the phone. Reckon he wants us to sweat.”

“He’ll know Saffie was in Nevada yesterday,” Niran states. “If so, he’ll know she’s not in San Diego, and is giving us time.”

Swift raises her hand. “We’ve been doing some digging since the no-show at Saffie’s parents yesterday. Honor’s been listening in on the ex-Crazy Wolves support clubs. Seems like they’re vying to take over the empty top spot, and don’t have any particular time for the one-man band that’s Duke. If that’s true, that could explain why he didn’t walk into an ambush yesterday, and why he’s not coming directly for the club.”

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