Page 29 of Ruthless Souls

Chapter 13

FENDER

My dick was hard and I had no way of jerking off.

Should’ve thought twice before sending her those messages and making myself hard, but I couldn’t stop thinking about her and that sweet pussy of hers.

We’ve been gone for days, and out here in Paducah, Kentucky, there were no women available.

Sure, I could’ve gone to a strip club or bar and found someone to get me off, but no woman would ever be enough.

I wanted Remedy’s hands on me. Her lips on my dick. But she wasn’t here, and texting was close enough.

Once I got my mind off her, I headed out of my motel room to find the guys standing outside by the bikes. I searched for Woodrow, but he wasn’t out yet.

I headed down the stairs while putting on my cut, adjusting the collar, then patting down the waistband of my jeans to make sure my guns were neatly hidden.

“Prez still in his room?” I asked, stopping next to Jagger and Rodney, and pulling out my cigarettes.

“He’s not here,” Rodney said, and I glanced over at him with a raised brow.

“The fuck you mean by that?” I stuck a cigarette between my lips and lit it, and after taking a long drag, I put it between my forefinger and thumb, then lowered my hand to my side.

“He left. Woman at the front desk said he came out late last night and made a phone call, then he drove off. Left his room key too.”

That wasn’t like him at all. I looked around the parking lot and took in the scene. Nineteen of us drove out here to meet with this town’s MC, the Shovel Heads, to talk about a possible patch-over which in my eyes was never going to happen. Simply because these men weren’t cut out for a club like ours, and most of all, their name was reason enough not to patch them over.

They were good men. Still, they’d run and hide instead of helping us out if we got into a fight. And we got into lots of them.

Didn’t need weak people at my club.

At least they provided us with ammo which we were taking back to Wilmington.

I took another drag of my cigarette, inhaled deeply, then blew out the air through my nose. “Did you call him yet?”

Rodney nodded. “He won’t pick up his phone. Also tried Agnes, but her phone’s dead.”

I studied the floor, then decided that this situation was serious. It was unlike Woodrow to pick up and leave without telling me where he went.

“I called my woman and asked if she saw him at the club, but she didn’t,” Rodney then added.

I finished my cigarette quicker than I intended, then I pulled out my phone and went through my contacts. If he wasn’t picking up his phone and Agnes’ was dead, there was one person left I could call to see where that bastard went.

I stepped away from the others and called Remedy, and after the fifth ring, she finally picked up.

“Hello?” Her voice was so fucking small, and I liked to think it was because of me.

“Where are you?”

There was a pause, and I heard kids screaming in the background. “The park with Agnes and Myra. Why?”

“Did you see your uncle this morning?”

“Uh, yes. Why? What’s going on?”

“Where did you see him?”

“At home. Fender, what’s wrong?” She sounded confused.

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