Page 27 of Ruthless Obsession (Royal Bastards MC Chicago, IL Chapter)

RUTHLESS

The last sex trafficker we had in the torture chamber sang like a canary when I threatened to shove a screwdriver up his ass.

We found his buddy eating with a young woman who looked half his age. I bet he pretended she was his daughter, but she really isn’t. More like his under age woman. Disgusting.

Legos plays the part of a valet while Psycho and I listen in through the earpiece, eyes on the camera feed.

“Have a nice dinner?” Legos asks.

The man smiles. “Yes.”

The young woman beside him forces a polite smile, one that doesn’t reach her eyes.

Legos jogs off for the car and returns a moment later. “Mr.?”

“Mr. Sherman.”

“Yeah, your car’s not starting.”

“That’s impossible—it’s brand new.”

Legos shrugs, hands on his hips. “Could be out of gas. Maybe a recall. Come on, I’ll show you.”

Sherman hesitates, then yanks the girl’s hand, pulling her with him.

“If it doesn’t start, I’d call a tow truck,” Legos says casually.

No reply. The man’s jaw is tight.

“Get behind the wheel and try it,” Legos suggests.

Sherman tells the girl to get in the back seat—odd choice. She obeys.

Sliding behind the wheel, he leaves the door open. Legos rests an arm on the roof, eyes on the dash.

Sherman turns the key. Nothing.

“I’ll call a tow truck. My driver can pick us up,” Sherman mutters.

“Okay, Mr. Sherman.”

Legos moves fast—tranquilizer dart to the neck. Sherman slumps over the wheel.

The girl doesn’t scream.

“We’re getting you to safety. Even if you don’t believe it,” Legos says.

Her mouth opens to release a scream this time, but he’s quicker—another dart. She goes limp.

We meet up with Bucks brother Brady. He takes the woman off our hands. He’ll return her to her family.

He told us she doesn’t know who to trust that’s why she almost screamed.

Psycho, Squid, Legos, Webbs, and I drop the asshole off at Psycho’s house.

Later, we roll into the RB parking lot, cutting the engines and parking near the garage. Both bay doors are down, so we head in through the side. “A Milli” by Lil Wayne pounds through the speakers. I nod to the beat, step over to Greaser’s laptop, and hit pause.

“Hey, what the hell?” Greaser slides out from under a Dodge Charger, rag in hand.

“We came to kick it with you,” I say. “Celebrate a win,” Webbs adds.

Greaser grins. “Beers in the fridge. What are we celebrating?”

Squid grabs a round, passing them out.

“The look on the guy’s face when Legos told him his car wouldn’t start. He looked like he’d have a heart attack,” Webbs chuckles.

Laughter sounds around the garage.

“My favorite part was getting the info out of his buddy,” Psycho bends over laughing.

“He really thought if he gave us the information you wouldn’t shove the screwdriver up his ass.” Psycho points at me, still laughing.

Greaser’s face contorts. “What the hell? Really in dude’s ass?”

“He had it coming. Taking people from their lives so they can use them for their own sick pleasure is fucked up.”

“Happy you saved Sophie man.” Webbs says.

There’s no doubt in my mind Toby would’ve found her within a few days.

I cringe at the thought.

“Yeah,” I say pondering on his words.

“Greaser, tell us about this beauty,” Legos says running his hand along the glittering green paint job.

I glance at my phone. Shit it’s almost eleven thirty. “The band is playing per Sophie’s request. Guys, I’m going inside.”

Just picturing her face lighting up as they play makes my chest tighten.

Webbs raises his beer. “See you in there.”

Through the back door, I head toward the band room. Mary, tonight’s lead, nods. I raise my beer in greeting, eyes scanning the space. No Sophie.

She’s not at the bar either.

Shit, she might’ve fallen asleep. I better wake her up before she misses the band.

I take my time nodding to a few brothers on the way, but by the time I’m at my door, my gut’s tight.

I stick my key in the knob, unlock the door, and push it open. Darkness consumes the space. She usually leaves a small lamp on.

“Sophie,” I call out as I flip the light on.

She’s not in bed. I scan the room. Her messenger bag is here, and her new laptop.

I don’t panic. Instead I check our bathroom, then take the stairs two at a time to get to Tonya’s quarters. Okay maybe I start to freak out a little bit.

My knuckles rap against the door. Tonya opens it.

“Hey, Tonya, is Sophie with you?”

Her brows raise. “No.”

My heart plummets to my feet. Did she run?

No, she wouldn’t. My fists curl at my sides.

What if she did? I don’t care if she did.

I’m bringing her back. I have to save her from that fucker Toby.

Even if she thinks she can escape and be on her own with my baby.

I damn sure won’t let that fucker get his hands on my child.

I’m like a zombie as I walk through the clubhouse.

The only way out of this gated property is through the front door.

There’s always a biker assigned to the front door except on Sundays during the day.

I realize not everyone knew Sophie was my captive.

If they thought, she came in with another biker they could’ve unlocked the gate and let her leave.

I knock on Prez’s door. I’m not in the right head space. This is my job as the enforcer of this chapter. To think of every possible outcome.

Shit, then I remember the conversation I had with Karla.

“Stop giving, Sophie shit. You need to accept that she’s my woman. Even if she wasn’t none of the women in this club would’ve been my OL’ Lady.”

Tears roll down her face. “God, you’re so brutally honest.” She wipes at the tears.

“Does your precious woman who didn’t want you a little over a month ago know you’ve fucked just about every club slut here?”

My eyes darken because now she’s just looking for ways to hurt Sophie.

“You want to tell her how I bent you over my bed rail and fucked you. My dick fully sheathed, and I was still wearing my clothes while you were completely naked. I know my OL’ Lady has been nice to you.”

She flinches at the word OL’ Lady.

“Did she tell you how I have to have her in my fucking arms every night? How my tongue and lips know every inch of her body?”

More tears.

“I bet she didn’t. She probably spared your feelings.”

Her arms cross her chest. “She didn’t spare Lillian’s.”

Lillian’s a snotty bitch.

I chuckle. “If she didn’t that meant she was provoked. And Lillian had it coming.”

I wish I never fucked her.

“Do your job. Or I’ll talk to Prez and you can find a new one.”

“Come in,” Prez yells bringing me back from my thoughts.

I open the door. But glance over my shoulder at the bar. My eyes linger on Karla. She doesn’t look up. She’s laughing with some of the bikers.

“Prez?” I meet his gaze.

“Ruthless, are you coming in or what?”

“Yes.” I step inside and close the door behind me. I don’t beat around the bush. “Sophie’s missing.”

“What?” he roars as he stands from his desk.

I sit on the couch and palm my head.

“Did you check the entire clubhouse?” he asks.

“No.”

I send a text to Psycho.

Me: Come to Prez’s office. And send Webbs and Flock to sweep the clubhouse for Sophie. When you walk inside be discrete.

Psycho: On my way.

Prez picks up his phone and makes a call. “Chaos, lock down the building and the grounds. No one is allowed to leave.” He disconnects the call.

“Do you think she left on her own?”

I sigh, “Prez, I don’t know.”

Glaring at him, I snarl. “I want my woman back.”

“Even if she doesn’t want to be with you?” he asks. There’s a touch of sincerity in his voice.

I don’t answer his questions.

Anger courses through my veins. “She’s my forever. I want her back.”

Elbows resting on my knees, I palm my face and lose my grasp on reality for a moment. I don’t hear when Psycho enters the office.

My best friend palms my shoulder. “We’ll find her, Ruthless.”

I nod. “I want to murder someone,” I grit out.

Psycho plugs into Prez's laptop, and the clubhouse surveillance grid lights up the screen—numbered feeds from every angle of our property.

“How far back?” he asks, fingers hovering over the keyboard.

“Start when Sophie first hit the bar,” I say, leaning in.

My eyes burn from not blinking as we scan the footage. Psycho's phone buzzes. “Webbs and Flock came up empty—she's not on the grounds.”

I nod, then freeze. “Wait—there.”

Jennifer approaches Sophie at the bar. They're laughing, heads close together like they've known each other for years. A knot forms in my gut.

The footage jumps to the back door camera. They're sitting at a picnic table, Jennifer’s showing Sophie something on her phone. Then Jennifer shifts closer, casual, before her hand darts from her pocket. The needle goes into Sophie's neck so fast I almost miss it.

I jump to my feet. “What the fuck?”

Sophie slumps across the table. Lifeless. “Baby, no...” My fingers claw through my hair as something inside me shatters.

Jennifer tosses a cloth over the camera, but Psycho's already switching to our hidden feeds.

We catch the make and model. Jennifer unlocks the trunk.

A muscular man emerges from the trunk, grabs Sophie like she's nothing, and throws her inside.

The way he climbs in behind her, pressing his dick to her ass makes my vision go red.

“That piece of shit just reserved his spot in my torture chamber," I growl.

Jennifer slams the trunk, slides behind the wheel, and cruises to the front gate where Flip waves her through.

“Go back to the camera facing the bar.”

Karla watched Sophie and Jennifer stroll out the back door. She knew Sophie never came back inside.

“I’m going to kill that bitch,” I grit out.

“Remain calm, Ruthless,” Prez says.

I take a deep breath. “I will.”

“Prez, send Squid to the bar, please.” I casually walk out the office.

Every seat at the bar is filled. I lean on the bar.

“Karla? I’ll take a beer.”

She grabs one out of the cooler and places it on the bar in front of me.

I twist off the top and chug it. “Hey, was Sophie chatting with anyone at the bar tonight?”