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Chapter Twenty-Two

RED

“ M r. Justice, you need to let her go so I can examine her!” This doctor is getting on my last nerve.

“Work around me or get the fuck out. But I’m not letting her go until she tells me to,” I growl at the bastard.

I can feel Cami shake her head and pull me closer to her.

“Shh, I’m not going anywhere,” I whisper in her ear.

“FINE!” The doctor places the stethoscope on her back.

He listens and then moves to her front. She moves slightly to give him access, and I flip my eye up to Kit.

He looks like he’s counting the holes in the drop ceiling titles.

“Deep breath,” Cami complies, and I even feel the wheeze.

Next, he takes her temperature, blood pressure, and oxygen level. All normal, thank God. When he’s done taking his notes, he spins on his little stool with a frown.

“Ms. Greystone, we need to discuss what happened to you. Would you like Mr. Justice to leave?” I sneer at him for even suggesting it.

“He means you, Red.” Kit tries for humor but falls flat.

“No.” It’s barely even a whisper, and I’m not sure the doctor even heard her, but he gives us a curt nod.

“Very well, let’s start with the basics. What’s your full name?” He proceeds to ask her all the mundane things to check her memory.

Who she is. Where she’s from, where she is. The year, president, and then the date. That’s the one that stumps her.

“It was Tuesday, I think.” She looks up at me, and I kiss her forehead.

“It’s Thursday,” I whisper, and her frown breaks my heart.

“Two days?” Her eyes are so confused.

“No, Darlin’, it’s been nine days.” The words gut me to say, but the dead look that fills her eyes kills me.

“Do you remember what happened to you?” She turns to look at the doctor.

One nod is all it takes. I glance up at Kit, and I’m sure our faces are mirroring each other.

“Doc, maybe you can come back later to finish this?” Kit opens the door for him to leave as if he really has a choice.

“Boys -,” I glare at the man, and he sighs.

“Alright.” He starts to leave but stops in the doorway to speak to us over his shoulder.

“I can put off calling the station for about an hour. You better get the information you need before then.” Then he turns and looks from Cami to me.

“I have a granddaughter your age. Whoever did this to you earned whatever your man is going to do to him.” With that, he closes the door.

Kit pulls the chair closer to us and takes Cami’s hand in his.

“Who?” he asks the question I can’t bear to ask.

“Danders.” Her voice breaks, and her body starts to shake against mine.

“Which one?” I try to keep my voice level but fail.

Somehow, my tone doesn’t scare her. She lifts her head to meet my eyes, and I know the answer before she opens her mouth. With a shake of my head, she lays her head back on my shoulder.

Evelyn bursts through the door and slams into both of us on the bed.

“Oh my God, Cami!” They sob as they hug, and I gently shift so that they can have the bed.

“Doesn’t matter. They all die.” Kit stands and pulls out his cell phone.

Evelyn glares at us and puts the pieces together.

“It matters. I want the balls of the one who hurt her.” She hisses the words that I feel in my soul.

When I look at Cami again, I can see it was all three of them, but something shifts, and her face darkens.

“Cyrus.” With one name, I know which one she believes deserves our justice.

I nod and grab Kit’s arm to drag him into the hall, but Evelyn’s voice stops me short.

“Red? Make it hurt.” I nod.

“You have my word.”

We all sit in Clayton’s office at The Courthouse. All my brothers, Pa, and a few friends my Godbrother sent from New York when he heard what was going on.

“Pirate wishes he could be here himself. He said he misses Elizabeth’s pecan pie. Good to see you, Rabbit. Long time.” Knight shakes Pa’s hand, and it’s like looking back in the past.

My Pa hasn’t worn his cut in a few decades but tonight it’s been dusted off and worn proudly with his fellow biker brothers.

“Ambassador,” Knight turns to Clayton, who just grunts in response.

“I called in a favor from a few friends. You guys know the MorningStar MC out of Paradise, Nevada, right?” Clay points over to the corner where King and Cannibal work on a laptop.

Our brother Kooper is the Vice President of their New Orleans chapter, so when he couldn’t ride out to help, he sent the next best thing.

“Heard of them, yes. Worked with them? Never had the pleasure. Anyone willing to help out our family is fine with me.” Knight grins as he cracks his knuckles.

“You boys good with horses? Cause we aren’t taking any bikes where we’re going,” Stephan asks all the bikers.

“What’s the plan then?” Knight crosses his arms and glances at me.

My godbrother’s Vice President is a scary motherfucker on a good day, but right now, he is lethal. He’s here to help me serve up Cami’s revenge any way we need to, and I’m not sure how to express my gratitude.

“Step one, we find all three Danders. We need to cut the head off those snakes in one strike.” Colton stands at my words and nods his head at us all.

“Good hunting. But I’m going to leave before I can no longer represent any of you if you are caught.” He slaps my shoulder as he hugs me.

“Got something!” Cannibal says from the corner.

“How well do you know them? I mean, I know Kooper trusts them, but have you dealt with any of them previously?” I ask under my breath to Clayton.

His bar has served as a neutral territory for multiple clubs over the years, and even though I’m happy for the help, the fewer people who know what I’m about to do, the better.

“They have a long-standing motto throughout the US. They protect and save women. No questions asked. The one with the glasses is the original Vice President and has dedicated his life to that mission to honor his wife, who was abducted years ago. He calls it a fucking hobby.” Clayton rolls his eyes as we stop in front of the man.

“It is a hobby. One I need to give up and retire from.” He glares at his President, who shifts to adjust his stance.

The man’s wearing a prosthetic leg, and I want to hear the story, just not right now.

“Thank you, all of you. You said you had something?” I lean in to look at his computer.

“I got all three of those fuckers in this building here. It looks like it’s pretty isolated. The closest neighbor is twelve miles away. Who owns the smart car?” He takes off his glasses and looks up at me.

“Jeremiah,” I spit the name out in disgust.

“He should really learn how to disable his tracking system. Thanks to him, I have audio and video of them discussing Cami if you decide to turn them in to the police.” I shake my head.

“No? Good, I’ll bring smores to their funeral then.” Knight slaps my shoulder.

“We ready then?” I grab Betsie and nod.

“Cyrus is mine. It’s about an hour’s ride, so let’s mount up.” The bar is empty as we make our way outside.

The parking lot, however, is full of bikers.

“Y’all can’t be here,” Clayton calls out.

“We ain’t. Just checking which way y’all are riding.” I frown at the biker talking to Clay.

“East, why?” He crosses his arms as slowly all the bikers in the lot turn their bikes west.

“Cause we’re going start trouble in the opposite direction. You shouldn’t have any problem from the cops tonight.” The man turns his eyes on me and nods before taking off.

“Let’s do this.”