Page 32 of My Three S**y Bikers

Fuck!

Steel had them, and I let him take them a little too easily. I told Melinda I would protect them, and I’d done a shit job of that.

Fuck!

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Everyone was screaming at each other once we got back to the club. The idea was to see if we could find out if anyone knew anything about the kidnapping. But everyone’s emotions got the better of them, and they were too busy blaming each other, instead of working on the problem at hand.

Dwayne and Mel were missing, and we had to find them quickly.

It didn’t matter who was at fault, because the shit had already hit the fan. I wasn’t the kind of guy who blamed people for bad decisions. I was the type who was into fixing problems, and right now, we had to find them.

“What would he do with her?” Scar asked.

I wondered if the scar on his head was hurting him again. I saw a trace of blood run from it, and he quickly brushed off.

Lucky shook his head, as if he were trying to make sense of it all.

“I don’t get why you’re all standing around. We need to go and find them,” I announced, stating the obvious.

Randy, the sheriff, walked in with his hat in his hands, his ginger hair glistening in the light. He looked clean shaven, as if he’d just gotten out of the shower. I knew the look of a man who’d just had a release, and clearly, he’d had one.

“Now, what did you boys drag me here for?” he said casually as if he’d been called in to find the club’s dog or something.

Not that we had one.

“Mel and Dwayne have been taken by Steel. We need to find them. You need to tap into that traffic camera you have at the intersection to see what direction they were headed.”

Oh, so that was why Lucky called him. I didn’t know they had a camera up there. I’d been warned by one of the guys but I never drove slowly enough to see it.

Randy shook his head. “I can’t just go around checking all the surveillance cameras because you’re suspicious about Steel.”

“Especially when he’s fucking the prime suspect!” Paul, his deputy, came in. And with that, Randy went a bright red.

It all made sense, him looking as if he just stepped out of the shower, guilty as pie once Lucky asked him to take a look at the camera.

Where was he when Lucky called him?

“Shut the fuck up, Paul! No one asked you. I don’t get what you’re doing here.”

Paul’s dark eyes cut Randy as he approached. “No. I don’t get what you’re doing here. Lucky called the station, and you weren’t there. How did you get here so fast?”

Randy ignored him. “I’m the fucking sheriff, and if I say that we’re not going to look at no goddamn cameras, then so be it!”

He stormed off completely red and embarrassed about Paul’s revelation about his relationship with Steel, and Paul walked slowly behind him. He whispered in my ear as he passed me, “I’ll get you the video.”

Then he winked and left my side.

“I don’t care who Randy’s fucking,” Lucky said. “We need to get to Dwayne and Mel first, before Steel does something he’ll regret.”

I didn’t get what Lucky meant, until Greyson asked the question. “What do you mean, that he will regret?”

“If he lays on hand on either of them, I’ll fucking kill him!”

I’d seen Lucky angry, uptight and wound up at times, but completely losing his cool? I didn’t think he had it in him. It appeared Mel had more of an effect on him than we’d realized, and it was clear by the way Scar stormed out, he was thinking the same thing, too.

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