Page 187 of Fury

“Hey, Prez,” said Catch. “I thought you should know that Reich called me earlier.”

“And?”

“He’s in town and wanted access to a safe house for tonight. And get this, he wanted one in South Dakota. Said he didn’t want to cross state lines.”

A sharp prickle razored up my spine. “Then he’s up to no good in South Dakota.”

“I sent Split to open up for him. I had too much shit to do around here, plus I have that call from Texas in about an hour.”

“When’s this happening?”

“Split’s on his way now to Reich’s motel in Deadwood to meet up with him and escort him to the cabin.”

“All right. Drac and I are done with Notch, and we’re on our way to Colorado now. Keep me posted.”

I shut the phone down, and ground my jaw at the thought that Reich was on my territory using my property for fuck knows what. I wanted to head up there right now, but I couldn’t blow off this funeral we were headed to in Colorado.

Drac and I took off toward Sydney, Nebraska where we’d shoot south on Route 80 to Colorado Springs.

All through the three hour ride, all through the funeral and then a meeting with our brothers over a new shipment of guns and assorted weapons, plus special top of the line surveillance equipment Den insisted we all had to get, the thought of Reich gnawed at me, clawing at one inch of intestine at a time, the sensation twisting through me. Couldn’t shake it.

After business was taken care of, we spent the evening at our brothers’ clubhouse in Denver. The barbecue pit fire had been cleared of the steak grill and was now roaring to keep us warm in the chilly night air as we shot the shit outside. I’d just finished my third beer when my phone buzzed, the screen lighting up with the time. Midnight. And Catch’s name.

“Prez!” He was breathless, his voice stressed.

“What happened?”

“It’s Reich.”

“What about him?”

“He had Tania—”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” I shot up from my chair, knocking into a girl who was clearing the empties. I grabbed her arm, steadying her as I walked away from the table, my pulse speeding.

“Tania was over at Butler’s house, and—” Catch could barely sputter the words out. “Reich showed up and took her as she was leaving his place. He brought her to his hotel and then to the safe house—our goddamn safe house!—and kept her there to push Butler’s buttons or some shit. Butler called me, and I brought him and the Jacks up there and we took the fucker down and got Tania out.”

My heart pounded in my chest, everything in my field of vision was seeped in red.Tania.

No.

I’d heard a lot of shit about Reich over the years since he’d left Missouri. He was rough with women, real rough. He also got his kicks on watching other men be rough with a woman, which was just for starters.

I ground my jaw. “How’s Tania? Did he—”

“No, he didn’t fucking touch her. Not like that.”

“What the fuck does that mean?” I roared.

Drac and two other men stopped mid-conversation and stared at me.

“He had her tied up, and she was fucking bleeding.” Catch’s voice wavered. He took in a deep breath. “Shit…”

My insides dropped. “What did he do to her? Tell me.”

“He—he was cutting her when we got there. I freaked. I grabbed Reich, got him down, and we brought him back. Butler took Tania with him to the Jacks. I just talked to him now and he confirmed they arrived and she’s okay.”

“I’m going up to Meager. Drac’s coming to you to hold things down. You keep that fucker tied like a hog, I don’t give a shit what he says, you hear?”

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