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Stud

T his fuckin’ blows. It’s my night to be on call for tows and Gianna is out with her girls looking fit as fuck in that come fuck me red dress. I know I can’t lock her away and keep her all to myself though that’s exactly what I’d prefer to do.

Jesse should be in lockup where he can’t get to her, and yet I have to restrain myself from calling or texting every ten minutes to check in.

Woman has her spell on me. The past month has been better than I ever imagined.

And fuck me she makes meatloaf better than my mom does and that’s saying something.

Gianna and I are supposed to ride up and visit with her and my pop’s next weekend if Antonio lets her have the time off.

Told her she doesn’t have to keep working there but she says she doesn’t want to depend on me, and I get it.

My girl is independent. Which is why I’m playing shit cool for now.

If I get my way, she’ll be knocked up soon enough.

Then I can convince her to stay home with the baby.

If she isn’t pregnant already. It won’t be from lack of trying on my part.

The phone rings and I’m happy for the interruption. “Black Rebel towing, Stud speaking.”

“Get to The Drink now,” Chaser growls in the line and hangs up. Fuck.

I plug a cigarette between my lips and hop on my Harley and ride out.

The Drink is an easy twenty minutes away, but if I hammer down it, I can make it half that.

When I get to the club two police cars are out front with their lights on.

Jelissa and Maxi are sitting on the sidewalk in cuffs.

What the fuck? Jelissa’s hair is wild and her dress is torn.

Her titty is practically popping out, but Maxi seems to have gotten the worst end of the deal.

Split lip, busted nose. Shit . She got her ass whooped.

I park my bike and scan the crowd for Gianna. Maybe she’s still inside.

I glance back at the police cars to determine if she’s in the back of one of their cruisers.

I know my girl has a mouth on her. It’d be my luck for her to be looking so damn fine tonight and catch a charge so I can’t enjoy peeling that dress off her tonight.

I approach Camreigh, Tina, Patience, and Darlene who appear to be in some chick huddle exchanging whispers.

“Where’s my girl at?”

They all go quiet and Chaser pulls me aside. “Don’t lose your shit.”

“Where the fuck is Gianna?”

“Don’t even know how to tell you this. I’m still trying to wrap my head around it.

I just got word that it wasn’t Jesse they picked up today with the stolen car.

Apparently he targeted a guy who looks similar to him and chained him to the bed in a motel room, robbed him, and stole his plumbing van.

Maxi picked a fight with Jelissa, and during the scuffle Gianna disappeared. ”

I clench my fist. “I’m gonna fucking kill him. Swear to fuck.” I start toward my bike, and Chaser jerks me back by my shoulder.

“Don’t be stupid. We’ll find her.”

“It’s not your woman he’s got. The club get anything on video?”

He shakes his head, and I wanna fucking punch something or someone. “No it’s my sister, and I want to find her as much as you do, but we gotta play it cool. We got eyes on us. They know the situation.”

Maxi winks at me, and my blood boils at the sight of her. Can’t believe I ever considered letting that bitch touch my dick. I stomp to her and jerk her up off the sidewalk. “Where is she? ”

“Hey, man.” One of the cops tries to get between us but something about the feral look in my eyes has him backing off.

“Why’d you start shit tonight, huh? Jesse put you up to it?”

“He said he’d kill me if I didn’t help him. I’m sorry, Stud.”

“You’re only sorry your ass got caught. Where’d he take her?”

“I don’t know anything, I swear it.”

“You’re fucking finished. Don’t ever step your ass back on Black Rebel property. You hear me?”

“Yo, Stud.Pizza.”

“Pizza?” Fuck, that’s our code word for if something were to happen to Gianna when we first found out about Jesse. I let go of Maxi and follow him over to my bike .

“My old man called. There’s movement at Jesse’s trailer, and he thinks he saw Gianna through the window. Told him to wait till we get there but he was drunk and talking wild out of his head.”

“What are we waiting for?”

“Back up.” The minute he says it Dutch, Jagger, Sawyer, Vegas, Outlaw, and Jonsey ride up. Chaser gives them the run down and we ride out. He’s got one of the prospects on Jelissa in case she gets taken in, but most likely they’ll cut her loose.

We pull off about a mile from the trailer park. Don’t want that bastard to hear us coming. If Jesse’s touched one hair on her head, I’ll fucking gut him. We ditch our bikes and stalk toward the trailer park. Silent but fucking deadly.

We get halfway there when a gunshot rings out. Dogs start barking and porch lights are flickering on. I take off at a dead sprint running as fast my legs will carry me.