Page 9 of Jana's Fierce Biker

“Hey, man, where are you going?” Striker, his prez, called out.

“A friend might be in trouble, and I want to go check on her.”

Striker nodded. “Take a few men with you.”

Gunner turned toward the fire. “Who’s able to ride?”

Three men stood and approached him. They got on their bikes and headed out. Gunner concentrated on riding, but different scenarios were running through his head.

He gritted his teeth when he pulled up to see three cop cars and a detective car at her place. He parked and knew his guys were behind him. Every eye on the place turned their way when they walked in.

“What the fuck?” one of the cops said.

“I’m a friend,” Gunner said.

They all looked doubtful , but they didn’t try to throw them out. Mainly because they knew they couldn’t.

His men stood by the front door with their arms crossed as he made his way into the kitchen, where he heard his voice.

“Who the hell are you?” one of the detectives barked.

“I’m a friend, so back the fuck off.”

Gunner walked to Jana and could tell she’d been through some kind of trauma. When he caught sight of the blood on her, he cursed.

“What the fuck happened?” he asked her. When she didn’t respond, he curled his hand behind her back and squeezed enough to get her attention. The grip would also help with her shock for a moment.

“Baby, what happened?” Gunner asked.

She cleared her throat. “Hi.”

“Hi. Now tell me.”

“Someone k-killed my cat,” she said.

He could tell she was barely hanging on, so he turned to one of the officers. He saw the shock in his eyes but ignored it.

“Tell me,” he asked the detective.

Few people would argue with him, and the people in the house were apprehensive about having four MC members around them.

“Someone broke into her house, grabbed and tortured her cat.”

Gunner felt Jana flinch and tightened his grip on her. “No idea who?”

The cop shook his head. “We can’t find anything stolen or messed up, so we are guessing the only reason the person broke in was for…” The cop nodded at the box.

Gunner hadn’t really seen it because his attention was on Jana. He released her and walked over to the box.

“Don’t touch anything,” one of the detectives barked.

Gunner narrowed his eyes. “I’m not a fucking idiot.” He used a pencil one of the cops gave him and lifted the lid. “What the fuck.” How the hell could they tell it was a cat? It looked like a pile of blood, bones, and fur. Just by looking, he could tell the cat had been tortured in horrible ways, and he wanted the fucker that did it. He’d show him how everything felt to the cat by doing the same to them. And then he’d kill the fucker.

He walked back to Jana. He didn’t like how still she was or the fact she wouldn’t look any of them in the eyes. He wrapped an arm around her waist before looking at the cops.

“Is there anything else you need from her?” Gunner asked. He watched some cops lift the box into a plastic bag before carting it off.

“Not at this time. We might have more questions later,” the detective said.

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