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“My woman has been taken. The prospect just called, he was stabbed in the back and blacked out. When he came to, he looked for Madalyn, but she was gone. There were signs of a fucking struggle in the office,” I spit out, my blood rushing through my body, burning through with fury.

“She fucking fought her attacker,” Savage preens. “Good girl.”

“What is the story with this bitch?” Rouge nods to Diana.

The club whore tries to pull out of my grip, but I hold firm, my fingers digging into her flesh. I am not a man who will hurt any woman, but she knows something about my woman being in danger.

“She knows something about Crypt. Saw him and my woman in town, apparently.”

“I never said it was this Crypt guy, I just described him.” She shakes, her trembling voice showing her fear.

“You skimmed over that you saw them but went into detail on him. You were making sure that I knew it was him. My woman would never go anywhere willingly with that cunt, he hurt her before,” I snarl in her face.

Her eyes widen and fill with tears.

“I didn’t know.”

“BULLSHIT!” I scream, starting to lose control.

“I have an old hacker buddy who can track the vehicle that Crypt used to take Madalyn,” Logan tells us as he steps into the room, his phone to his ear.

“Do it, I want information ASAP. Flame, get on the line with Maverick and see what he can find for us,” Racer snaps. “Take this cunt down to the basement, I will deal with her later.”

Diana’s cries fill the room but no one step in to help her; they know she has done wrong. The other club girls watch in horror as she is dragged away, kicking and screaming.

“Any brother, or club girl, does anything that puts a Rugged Skulls member or an Ol’ Lady in danger will receive my personal consequences.” He breathes hard, in dark Pres mode.

“From here on out, I want all businesses linked to the club to be fully equipped with RSS camera and detection systems, along with panic buttons.”

My mind goes to Madalyn while we wait for information from the prospect’s guy.

Dark emotions mix in my head, a time when I came back from the Army, I lost myself and my loved ones suffered. I can’t lose Madalyn, not when I have just found her.

Scenes play out in my head with ways to kill this motherfucker who thinks he can take something that does not belong to him. She is mine, and no one will take her from me. I will hunt and skin anyone alive who wants to harm my loved ones.

Rough hands grip my face, forcing my eyes to meet his. Staring into the dark eyes of Savage, I feel the weight of what is happening. My heart hammers in my chest painfully, and I feel like my skin is too tight.

“We will find her, brother. I swear it on my life, that I will bring her back to you, Kohen.”

“I can’t lose her, Hayes.” I use his birth name that he carries with honor after his grandfather.

“You won’t. Do you think I would allow anything to happen to someone you care about and love. Shit, brother, I couldn’t handle all your fucking grieving and moping around.” A sliver of a smile slips across his mouth.

“Fucker.” My voice cracks.

“Death will rain down on them, and I will gladly make it hurt.”

“Pres, VP, my buddy, Brains, got back to me. They are staying in a house about an hour from here. It belonged to some old lady, but she passed away six months ago. The neighbors reported lights and noise coming from inside but the police did nothing. Brains used street cameras to track the truck and it has not moved since it arrived.

“Does your friend need a fucking job? I could use him at RSS.”

“I will ask,” the prospect replies.

“Okay brothers, we hunt and let’s bring an Ol’ Lady home.”

We mount our bikes and leave in formation. I ride behind Racer with Flame next to me, as he is the SAA of the club, with every other brother at our backs.

With every mile that passes under my wheels, my rage builds. My fingers tighten around the handlebars, my knuckles hurting from the pressure, but I welcome the pain.

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