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CHAPTER FIVE

SOMETHING WAS WRONG .

I felt it before I even killed the engine.

The clubhouse was too quiet. The usual noise—music blasting, drunk assholes laughing, sweet butts hanging on shoulders—was gone . In its place? Stiff postures. Avoided glances. The kind of silence that meant someone fucked up .

A muscle ticked in my jaw as I swung off my bike. Fang was at my side, boots crunching on gravel as we stepped forward. “Something’s off,” he muttered.

No shit.

Fang shoved the clubhouse door open, and a few of my men stood there like goddamn deer in headlights. I stalked past them, my gaze sweeping the room before locking onto the hallway.

Then I saw it.

The door to my room . Standing open.

My blood turned to fire.

Where is she?

I didn’t ask. Not yet.

I waited .

Because they knew. They fucking knew what I’d do if they didn’t give me the right answer.

Then Rory—the fucking prospect I had watching her—stepped forward, eyes wide and panicked.

“D-Drago…” His voice shook.

Cold fury gripped my spine.

“Where is she?” My voice was calm. Too calm.

Rory flinched. “I—I don’t—”

I moved before he could finish. My fist connected with his gut, knocking the wind clean out of him. He folded, gasping, but I didn’t let him drop. I grabbed him by the cut, jerking him upright, slamming him back against the wall hard enough to rattle the wood.

“ Say it ,” I growled, my face inches from his.

Terror flashed in his eyes. “She’s gone.”

The words slammed into my chest like a bullet.

Gone.

Zeynep was gone .

My grip tightened. My vision tunneled. My breath came harsh and ragged, but everything else drowned out beneath the ringing in my ears.

This wasn’t happening.

She wouldn’t. She couldn’t .

I forced the words through clenched teeth. “How.”

Rory stammered something, but I didn’t hear him.

Because my brain was already piecing it together.

The only one who had the balls to try something like this.

Lucy.

That mouthy bitch had been whispering in Zeynep’s ear since she started hanging around.

My stomach twisted. My fingers itched to rip something apart.

No.

No, no, no.

She didn’t get to do this.

Zeynep didn’t get to run .

Didn’t she understand? She belonged here. With me . She was the only thing in this world that made sense. That kept me sane.

And now she was out there.

Without me.

My hands shook as I released Rory, letting him drop to his knees, gasping. The kid should have been grateful I hadn’t put a bullet in his skull.

Fuck it, I fired and watched him fall over. He let my most cherished possession walk out of here, and that’s one mistake he won’t live to repeat.

Fang stepped closer, watching me carefully. “We’ll find them.”

Fucking right we will.

And that fucking Lucy would pay .

I exhaled, forcing my body to move, forcing down the panic and rage clawing at my ribs.

I turned, my voice cold, clipped. “Get the bikes ready.”

No hesitation this time. My men scrambled, moving fast, because they knew what happened when I was like this.

I would find her.

Because Zeynep was mine.

And I’d burn this whole fucking world down before I let anyone take her from me.