Page 28 of Ruthless Obsession (Royal Bastards MC Chicago, IL Chapter)
“Are you worried your precious woman was trying to entertain another man who isn’t you?” she chuckles.
“No, I’m not. Was she talking to anyone or not?” I snap.
She sighs dramatically. “No.”
“Do you remember what time she went to our quarters?”
“Nope,” she says, lips curling.
"Aren't you supposed to keep an eye on what's happening in the club from your spot at the bar?"
She tilts her chin up, nostrils flaring. "Funny how that little chat we had wiped my memory clean about your precious woman."
My fists curl on the bar. I want to wrap my hand around her neck and choke the life out of this bitch.
“Legos,” I call out.
“Yeah, Ruthless?”
This man always has my back. “I need Tonya’s help with Karla.”
“No problem.”
Her eyes widen. “What? No,” she cries out.
“Keep your voice down,” I hiss.
“Hey, Ruthless, are we going to the infirmary?”
“Yes,” I reply smoothly.
“Big Marjorie will join us.” Tonya smiles.
“Please, no.” Karla’s chin wobbles.
“Sounds good, Tonya.”
I nod at Squid to cover the bar.
I survey the clubhouse, taking in the scene. Bikers are conversing, eating, drinking, smoking, and relishing the entertainment my OL’ Lady was supposed to enjoy too.
Webbs appears at my side. “What can I do?”
“Find out who Jennifer was hanging with while she was here. Get the info quickly. I want you, Flock, Flex, Rogue, and Vanish to get ready to ride. Make sure you're geared up.”
“We’ll be ready.” He pats my shoulder.
I return to the office. Viper and Brillo are there. I get more eye-opening information from Psycho before I leave the office and return to my quarters. I pound the phone number Psycho gave me onto the phone screen.
It rings three times.
“Who the fuck is this?” the man asks.
“It’s Ruthless from the Royal Bastards MC. Is this Antoine?”
“I know none of you muthafuckas calling me. I don’t fuck with y’all.”
“So I heard. This is important. It’s about your sister, Sophie.”
“What?” I hear the shift in his tone.
“How the fuck do you know my sister?”
This won’t go over well.
“She’s my OL’ Lady.”
“What?” he roars.
“That’s impossible. My sister isn’t in the biker life.”
“She wasn’t. Toby Fawson was her boyfriend. He stole from us. I went to collect.”
Probably shouldn’t tell him I took her as my captive.
“He’s into some dark shit. Like sex trafficking.”
He chuckles. “That preppy muthafucka trafficking. I didn’t see that shit coming.”
“We’re pressed for time. She’s in danger; just hear me out.”
“Yeah, I’m listening.”
“Toby stole from us. One night, I had him followed from one of his nightclubs. I staked out his house. I saw him and Sophie argue. He hit her. She stood up to him. I tried to catch Toby, but he snuck out. The next morning, I took Sophie captive for the debt Toby owed. She stood up to me before I took her.”
“My sisters a fighter. So what you’re telling me is you took her and forced her to be your OL’ Lady.”
Fuck.
“No, I didn’t force her. I’ll be honest I never planned to release her once I had her. She’s mine, Prez.”
I’ll show him respect. Because he’s the Prez of his MC and Sophie’s brother.
“I believe Toby used Jennifer to kidnap Sophie. Jennifer was bitter because I was off the market. She befriended Sophie without my knowledge. That parts on me because I knew I needed to get Jennifer’s access revoked.
She drugged Sophie with some kind of knockout juice.
A man climbed out the trunk, grabbed Sophie, and threw her inside.
The fucker climbed back in the trunk with my woman.
You know what will happen to him. We need to get her back.
I understand why you cut ties with her. I will help fix that situation.
It’s time for you two to reunite. That’s if you want in to help find her. ”
“That’s my baby sister. Of course I want in,” he snaps. There’s a beat of silence. “Thank you for reaching out,” he says calmly. “Where do we meet?” he asks.
“Make sure you’re strapped,” I tell him.
“You already know.”
I run down the plan.
∞
I roll to a stop in a large parking lot on the North Side. The Chi Hellraiser MCs come to a stop facing us. They're about ten deep. This is a small operation.
Prez, Viper, Brillo, Legos, Webbs, Flock, Flex, Rogue, and Vanish are helping on the Sophie mission.
I told Prez before we left the clubhouse—Sophie’s pregnant. He’s my cousin, and I wanted him to hear it from me. I’d even planned for us to celebrate, light up a couple of cigars, and mark the moment.
The Prezs’ of our MCs climb off their bikes and meet in the middle. They exchange words and shake hands.
They turn and face their MCs.
“We are calling a truce,” Prez says.
His eyes fall on Brillo. “You assured me you could work with them to save Sophie. If you can’t now that you’re in their presence leave.”
Standing next to my bike with my arms crossing my chest, I cut my eyes at Brillo.
His eyes scan our faces. “I’m good,” Brillo confirms.
“Good,” Prez says.
I close the distance to Antoine, extending my gloved hand. He’s about six-two, twists tucked under a black bandana. I can see the resemblance between him and his sister. They have the same color amber eyes. His grip is firm when he clasps my hand.
“We spoke on the phone. Prez—thanks for coming.”
He gives a curt nod before we let go.
“I love your sister. We need to get her back safe. She’s pregnant…with our baby.”
His dark brows shoot up on his mahogany complected face. “You got my sister pregnant?” he growls.
“I didn’t force her to have my child. We talked about it before hand.” I flash a crooked grin.
“What can I say? She fell in love with her captor. I will kill everyone in that fucking place to save her.”
He places a hand on my shoulder. “Damn, man you’ve got it bad.” A light chuckle rumbles in his chest.
“My parents are worried sick,” he admits.
Antoine grips my shoulder, his gaze hard. “Let’s bring my sister—your OL’ Lady—home.”
I smirk. “Yeah, let’s do this shit.”
The urge to picture what they might’ve done to my woman claws at me, but I shove the darkness down. Not now.
I swing my leg over the bike, grip the handlebars, and crank the throttle.
“Hold on, sweetheart,” I mutter under my breath. “We’re coming for you.”