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Walking into the clubhouse, I nod to the prospect.

“How’s everything?” I ask him.

“Good. Colt and Wrath got a little rowdy earlier, but we were able to contain it. Haven’t seen your girl. Went to check on her for dinner, but she didn’t open the door. Figured she was sleeping or something.”

I want to shake my head at Wrath. I know he started that to grab Colt’s phone. I bet he will find his phone on the ground later.

“Good. I’ll check on her now. Make her a plate.”

“Yes, sir.”

As he heads off to the kitchen, I make my way down the hall, only nodding to the men as I pass. Some of them try to get my attention, but until I see her safe, I can’t be bothered.

When I make it to my door, I let out a breath of relief.

She’s still inside. The only way to lock the door is from the inside or with a key. Since I haven’t given her a key, she must be inside.

Walking in the room, I frown. The bed looks like it has been laid on, but Natalie’s not here. I walk over to the ensuite bathroom, but she’s not there either.

My heart starts to race. I glance at the window, but it’s closed.

How could she have left? Or was she taken?

Storming from the room, I make my way to the main area.

“Who has seen Natalie?” I growl out.

Everyone stops what they are doing to look at me.

“She hasn’t come out of your room,” Honks calls out.

Daniela makes her way over, moving to touch me, but I step back out of her way.

“Don’t fucking touch me.”

She holds her hands up in surrender. “Maybe your little girl ran away. It’s not like this is the place for someone so scared of her own shadow.”

“I didn’t ask your opinion. I want each of you on your bikes in the next three minutes. Divide and conquer. Someone find her. Now,” I bark out.

The men are a flurry of movement as they take off. The prospect comes over to me, frowning.

“I don’t see how she could have left without me seeing her. I’ve been in the main area all day. She hasn’t come out once.”

“Do you think she’s hiding in my room? There isn’t anywhere to fucking hide,” I grunt.

Then I pause.

She couldn’t be, could she?

I storm back down the hall to my room. Then I walk over to my closet. When I open it, the saddest sight greets me.

Natalie is sitting with her knees clutched to her chest. Her eyes are pouring down tears as she stares up at me in fear.

“Natalie, baby. What happened?”

She shakes her head. “Please don’t hurt me. Please.”

I swear I feel my own eyes burn. She needs more help than I can possibly provide her. Still, I try.

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