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CHAPTER

THIRTEEN

Banshee

Rory was taken.

Those words ring in my ears even after Raptor calls all the available brothers into Church. As my fists clench and unclench, I listen to the men, no, brothers , discuss the best way to go about finding my woman. Instinctively, I know her ex took her, and I realize he’s going to hurt her far worse than he did nearly two months ago.

“We have to find her,” I bite out, my teeth clenched so tightly my jaw aches.

“We will, Brother. Got Facet going through the mall’s security cameras now. Once we know what he drove off in and which direction, we’ll head out,” Raptor advises.

Right now, I’m grateful that Scythe and Kracken are still with me. I know one of them has let Brick know about what was going on, because my phone has been vibrating non-stop. However, much like at home, phones aren’t allowed in Church. The only reason I have mine on me is because Raptor was hoping that Patrick might try to call.

The only problem is, she doesn’t have my phone number, which is something I plan to rectify the minute we find her and she’s safe in my arms.

“He’s a dead man,” I state. “Don’t care who does the deed, either to be honest. As long as a Royal Bastard ends his sorry-ass life, I’ll rest easy. He treated her terribly, y’all,” I confess, sharing just a little of what Rory dealt with before she left. Growls of anger, including one that sounds suspiciously like a mountain lion, reverberate throughout the room, and I watch Ares stand to his feet.

“Got anything of hers in the room y’all used?” he asks, an edge to his voice.

“Yeah, she’s got a duffel bag in there. But don’t let her cat out, I don’t want to have to search for her,” I reply.

He nods toward Raptor then heads out of the door while the rest of the brothers offer various inventive ways of ending Patrick’s life. If I wasn’t so worried about Rory right now, I’d be adding in a few of my own, but my focus is on what she’s likely going through. As the emergency meeting comes to a close, I follow the rest of the brothers out to the bar area, stopping when I see the ol’ ladies Rory was out shopping with, sitting off to the side. All three are crying and there are bags piled up around their feet.

Changing direction, I walk over to where they’re at and drop into a chair. Once I have their attention, I quietly say, “Ladies, it wasn’t any of y’all’s fault. Her ex is a fucking piece of work and somehow, he managed to find her. No more, no less. Now, dry those eyes so y’all’s men don’t lose their shit.”

One of them, I think it’s Sage, giggles at my words as she stares over to where Raptor is glowering at their table. “Yeah, he can handle just about anything except my tears. Oh, and these bags are your woman’s.”

I stare at the sheer number of bags, grinning a little when I see the unmistakable pink bag from Victoria’s Secret before standing once again. Gathering all of them in one hand, I smirk when I hear the three women gasp before I head toward the room we were given to use. Time to see what my little minx managed to buy. Maybe it’ll distract me for a few minutes.

A knock at the door has me yelling, “Come in.”

Gator’s head pops in and he says, “Ares and Raptor have found your ol’ lady. Let’s ride.”

I hurriedly stand, eager to get my eyes on her then ask, “Is someone bringing a cage in case she’s hurt?”

“Yeah.”

“Then lead the way, Brother.”