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CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Knight
“Where the fuck is my little girl?!” Brass roared as he stomped through the clubhouse.
This was on me. I should have seen it a fucking mile away but I was too wrapped up in my shit to take a step back and pay attention to the world around me. Replaying it all now only made me angrier with myself as the seconds ticked on. Seconds that went by without her by my side. Seconds that stretched out the longer we tried to search for something. At this point, I would have taken anything, just a little breadcrumb that might lead me to her.
“Knight!” Brass barked over all the commotion of the room.
Every single one of us was on alert, half of the brothers out pounding the pavement looking for her. While the other half were ready to go at a seconds notice.
“Brass,” I called out as I made my way to him.
I was angry with myself and put the blame on my shoulders. I didn’t want to face the man because I knew he was thinking the same thing. And to be honest, who wouldn’t? But with that said, I was no coward. I’d come out and face him because I was a fucking man.
“I need answers.” I didn’t miss the shakiness in his tone.
“Working on it,” I said and all I wanted to do was put my hand on his shoulder. I wanted to comfort him like I knew we both needed at that moment. But I didn’t dare because I had no doubt that he’d rip the damn thing off. “Headed to Cable’s room.” I motioned with my head for him to follow me.
After talking to Dale, I headed back to the compound and straight to Cable. Armed with the knowledge of who had Gwen, he began frantically searching. While we’d been gone I knew he was trying to find out anything on the crazy bitch, but seemed to be coming up empty-handed. I had only headed back down to the clubhouse to fill in Iron and take a breath. Standing in that room not being able to do anything was driving me insane.
I was ready to snap and I didn’t have the first clue on how to calm myself down.
Fuck!
I’d fucked up in the biggest way ever.
And now Gwen was paying the price. Again.
“A car matching the make and model of Tara’s car was seen on one of the traffic cams turning onto Fifth Street from Church Street. Called Charming and Banger because they were the closest. Time stamp was over an hour ago, but it’s something,” Cable said the moment we pushed through his door without so much as a knock of warning. “I couldn’t see who was in the car though, so I’m not sure if it was hers or not.”
“What do you have on her?” I asked.
Ky and B-ry pushed their way into the room but I didn’t move out of the way.
“Not a whole lot, man.” He blew out a frustrated breath. “Tara Mallard, age twenty. Enrolled in UNCW. Address listed on her license is for a place in Georgia. House is owned by her parents. Going back, it looks like she was born and raised in southern Florida until age fifteen. Then her parents moved to Texas. They were only there a year before moving to Kansas. Then fourteen months after that, moved to Georgia.”
Why would they have moved so much in such a short time? It seemed odd to me especially since they had stayed in one place for so long. The weird feeling turning in my gut made it hard to breathe. What was it that we were missing?
“A couple of police reports popped up but they are sealed so it will take me a little while to get into them.”
“Keep working. I need something now, Cable,” I said, the tension thick in my tone. I knew I didn’t need to tell him that it was urgent as fuck, but I still had to put the pressure on.
“Call Lucy,” Ky said from behind me.
“Can’t,” Cable said, his fingers still flying across his keyboard as his eyes remained glued to his computer screen. “She’s on her honeymoon in Greece and ‘unreachable’ for the next two more weeks, or so she told me.”
“Great,” I grumbled. “Down a hacker as well as the man to take care of the body. Well, fuck!”
Lucy was the best hacker we knew. We had some good ones in the club, but she put them all to shame at times. Her best friend was now the old lady of Axe at the Moon Hill chapter. So, therefore, Lucy was a close associate of the club and often helped us out when needed.
Not to mention, she was the one that vouched for Cable.
To say that we really could have used her help on this was a huge understatement. But it looked like we were on our own and time was fucking ticking away. And what was I doing? Standing around with my goddamn thumb up my ass.
“I…” My hand raked through my hair with frustration. “I have to get her back.”
I didn’t speak those words to anyone in particular. I didn’t think I even meant to say them out loud.
