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T wo days. Two fucking days, and nothing. No word about her. No word from my Angel.

I can’t fucking think straight. I can’t eat. Can’t fucking shit. And I sure as fuck can’t sleep.

I haven’t stopped hunting for her for a goddamn minute.

Her parents’ house has been abandoned. Completely cleared out like they fled in a fucking hurry. I’ve got no fucking idea where they are.

Lexi can’t get a hold of Tahli on the app they use, and even Hush can’t get a location. Not a fucking blip.

I’ve got everyone working on trying to find her. The Angel sisters. The Marx family. They’re all helping.

Abbey’s friends are just as frantic, and I’m pretty sure Lexi is just like me, and hasn’t slept since she got the call about what happened .

This is all my fucking fault .

I should never have left her. What the fuck was I thinking? I should’ve fought Smitty’s orders. Should’ve left him high and dry.

But fuck… it’s not his fault.

It’s mine.

All fucking mine.

Nothing good comes from splitting up. I’ve seen enough movies to know better.

Fuck.

Now I’m trying to rationalise this shit by comparing it to a fucking movie.

I need my head checked, for fucking sure.

But that, and literally everything else, can fucking wait. Because I’m not fucking stopping. Not until I’ve got my Angel safely in my arms again.

I won’t stop for anything, or anyone.

The rumble of approaching motorcycles doesn’t even claim my attention. My eyes and mind remain locked on the map pinned to the barn door at our new compound.

“Where are you, Angel?” I whisper, feeling more of the organ inside my chest breaking off and I wish for the impossible… wishing she could hear me.

FUCK!

Leaning closer, I draw a cross through the last known location of that fucked up cult-like church her family goes to, our search of it turning up jack shit.

They fled in a hurry too.

You can’t tell me that’s a fucking coincidence.

I stare at the map, absolutely stumped. Fucking lost.

Without more intel, it’s like searching for a needle in a fucking haystack. She could be anywhere . Could be in another fucking state by now. Or worse, out of the country.

We might be thick in a pandemic, but that doesn’t mean people aren’t slipping across state borders or dodging coast guard in their fancy fucking boats.

“Sarg. There’s someone here you need to see,” Stocky mutters, stepping into the empty barn.

I grunt in response, right as Smitty comes barging in.

“Stop fucking crying, Wendy. Your tears won’t work here.”

I spin the second I hear Wendy’s fucking name, finding Spud, our VP, dragging her by her elbow, his grip brutal before he shoves her hard.

She crashes to her knees between us. Trembling. Her eyes pleading as she peers up at me.

“What the fuck is this bitch doing back here?” I snap, about ready to throw down if anyone thinks I’m willing to let her slither back into this chapter.

“Come on, Celina. Get in here,” Smitty snaps, waving Celina in.

She’s hiding behind the door, looking like she’d rather be anywhere else.

“Tell Ringo. Don’t leave a fucking thing out,” Smitty growls, his eyes wild with rage.

Celina’s tear filled eyes dart to Wendy, who glares at her through her own tears, and my fucking patience is about ready to snap.

Pulling out my gun, I flick the safety off with a click that fills the silence.

“Someone better start fucking talking. ”

“W-Wendy k-knows something about A-Abbey,” Celina stammers, shaking as tears streak her cheeks, and Wendy spits in her direction.

“Snitches get stitches, Celina. What the fuck happened to the girl code?”

“The girl code?” Celina’s brows shoot high. “What girl code, Wendy? Decent women hold each other up. They don’t shoot them down. And they certainly don’t play a part in another woman’s kidnapping.”

The moment Celina’s words sink in, I’ve got a fistful of Wendy’s hair in my grip, the barrel of my gun jammed under her jaw as I snarl in her face.

“Tell me where the fuck my wife is.”

Wendy scoffs. “As if I’d do that. The moment I tell you anything , I’ll be dead.”

“Tell him, Wendy!” Celina cries. “You called me bragging about getting Abbey out of the way for good. Tell him what you know,” Celina begs, but I catch the flash of acceptance in Wendy’s eyes.

She knows she’s a dead woman walking. She’s just trying to stall.

I contemplate pulling the trigger, blowing her brains out and ending this shit show. But right now, she’s the closest thing we’ve got to a lead.

“Prez.” I look Smitty dead in the eye. “As Sergeant-at-Arms, I’m requesting permission to enact the maximum penalty.”

“What?!” Wendy screeches. “No! I’m not a club member. You can’t do that!”

Smitty glances from me to her, lifting a brow, unimpressed .

“Are you seriously telling me what I can and can’t do in my fucking club, Wendy?”

“No… I—”

“Then shut the fuck up unless you’re ready to talk,” he snaps, his voice like ice before giving me his attention again. “You have my permission.”

Nodding at my President, I shift my attention to the bitch on the floor.

“One last chance to speak up.”

Her lips thin, like she is trying to seal the truth in with her sheer will.

Wrong fucking move.

In fact, I’m glad she’s holding back. Punishing this bitch is well fucking overdue, and I’m going to enjoy every fucking second of it.

Turning to Murf and Stocky, I give them an order I can already tell they are eager to deliver.

“Gather everyone.” I slip my gun away and crack my knuckles. “Strip her down and tie her to the pole out front. No one misses this.”