Page 85 of Gambit's Queen

Chapter 42

Gambit

“Beau, Stormy’s beenattacked.”

Those words woke me from the deepest sleep of my life. I sat bolt upright. My military training kicked in. In less than five minutes I was dressed, armed and riding out the gates of our compound. More than a dozen bikers followed behind me. And my brothers, along with Pops, Trinity, and Hammer from our Baton Rouge chapter. Ratchet, Steele, Warden, Knight, and a few others who joined after I’d already mounted the bike.

Decker led the way, cutting our travel time in half. The kickstand was barely down before I swung my leg over the bike and hopped off. I raced into the coffee shop with Pops and Doc on my heels.

Stormy sat on the floor surrounded by Honu and the cauldron. Nay knelt beside her. Thank God. I knew Nay was in her last year for her NP degree. The club paid her tuition and gave her a place to live. She was a good woman who always had my back when the occasion arose.

I dropped to my knees in front of Stormy cupping her face in my hands.

“Are you okay? What happened?”

“Ty was here.”

“Where did that bastard go?”

“He ran out the back door,” Fallon said.

Gunner, Smoke and a few brothers from different clubs took off for the back door.

“Did he hurt you, bébé?”

“There may be bruises on my arms where he grabbed me, but Honu and I collided when he pushed me into him. Honu was seconds away from ripping Ty a new one. I’m worried he’s hurt.”

“Don’t worry, princess. I’ll have some boys take him to the emergency vet. Let’s get you back to the compound,” Armand said. He was standing behind me, his arm wrapped protectively around Nola.

I stood up, offering my hand to Stormy. She took it and I helped pull her to her feet. Stormy took a few tentative steps at Nay’s behest.

“Everything feels fine,” she told us.

I led her to the back of my bike. A truck pulled in, dropping off two of the prospects. I knew Pops would handle things from here. Once I got my queen on our bike, I headed back to the compound. Fury poured through me. I’m going to find that motherfucker and make him curse the day he was born.

The whole way back I ran through scenarios of what could have happened and how that mother fucker found her. Stormy didn't keep a routine which means he’s stalking her or having her follow. Possibly both. The fucker has money and is not afraid to use it to get what he wants.

We pulled into the club greeted by a crowd. After answering a few questions, I carried Stormy to our suite.

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