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CHAPTER NINETEEN

SOLO

Since leaving the club to look for Ruthie, who was taken by that cunt, my blood has been boiling. Rage, fury and every emotion has run through my blood. All I see is red, and I plan on seeing so much fucking more when I get my hands on that fucker. Leaving Elsie and Ricky at the club hurt, but I know they are relying on me and the brothers at my side to bring home the club’s new princess.

Each of the men at my back are in kill mode, and nothing or no one will stop us from getting to Alan and bringing Ruthie home so we can spend time slowly killing the fucker who thought he could hurt my family.

Dutch pulls further forward, signalling for me to pull over.

I stop my bike in a lay-by and wait for what he has to tell me.

“Box reached out. Click and Override found out where Alan is. They sent me a location. With some information.”

“And where is that fucker?” I snarl.

I’m finding it hard to keep my shit in check right now. I need to get my hands on the man who thought he could hurt my family.

“The location is a house, about thirty minutes from here. It’s a rental. Click has looked at the surveillance around the area and has clocked Ranger Rovers coming and going, all with tinted windows. Ace believes that Adrian Dyer is staying there, from what he has heard on the street.”

Ace is now the president of the Unforgiven Riders MC and has helped us out numerous times, so we owe him a great debt.

“I thought that fucker had left the country on business. Why is he back here?” Kink asks.

Dutch shrugs from his place on his bike.

“Fuck knows, brother, but they seem to think that he’s here. Right now, we need to go and check this out, because there’s a good chance Alan has Ruthie there. It could be that he is waiting for Dyer to arrive so he can hand over our baby girl. He threatened to sell the twins.”

A growl emanates from my throat at my brother’s words.

“They will bleed at my hands for threatening my kids. They may not be my blood but they are mine regardless. The Royal Bastards will protect them at all costs.”

The men with me cheer and call out their agreement.

“Alright, brother, we ride and we bring the pain,” Dutch yells out.

We follow behind our VP until we reach the house Click sent us to. That woman has never steered us wrong, so I trust what she and one of her ol’ men have found.

There’s a big guy at the door dressed in a black monkey suit, and I am ready to force my fist into his face. We dismount our bikes, and I reach behind my back, checking my gun is still tucked safely into the waistband of my jeans.

“You have no business here,” the big guy grunts, stepping forward.

I waste no time and don’t slow my steps as I march to the cunt and hit him in the throat with one fluid motion. Without breaking stride, I step past him, hearing the guys chuckle behind me.

“Stay down, bitch,” I hear Kink laugh.

My fists are clenched at my sides as we enter the house. Reaching back, I pull my gun free and step further into the property. Voices ring out, so does laughter. Also the sound of people cooking in the kitchen sounds around the house.

A young girl dressed in chef whites steps out. She gasps, almost dropping the tray in her hands.

“Where is everyone?” I snarl at her.

Her gaze drops to my gun, her face going ghost white.

“In the dining hall.” She quakes.

I move forward, and I hear Woody telling the young girl to get the fuck out before shit goes down.

With my brothers at my back, we step into a grand room with floor to ceiling windows and a large dining table that has people sitting around it. There, at the head of the table, is the cunt himself.

Adrian Dyer.

His men notice us and push to their feet, but Dyer sits there with a calm demeanour, smirking at us.

“Welcome. I would say to my home, but this is not home. This is subpar to what I am used to, but it will do,” the arrogant prick says.

“Where is she?” I growl, my gun raised and pointed at this fucker.

“She is safe. My wife is looking after her in another room.”

“Bring her to me. Or I will start fucking shooting. You fucked with the wrong club, Dyer.”

He laughs, actually fucking laughs. He gets to his feet, strolling around the table, his men watching us, but I know my brothers are watching right back. Anyone makes a wrong move, bullets will fly.

He buttons up his suit jacket and steps closer to me.

“Tell me this, biker. What does this little girl mean to you, hmm?”

“She is mine. So is her mother and brother. Now bring her to me, and the cunt who took her. Only his blood needs to be spilled.” My anger is still at an all-time high and I am waiting for the chance to let it explode.

“Bring him in,” he calls out to no one in particular.

Seconds later, Alan is led into the room by another suit-wearing prick.

“You wanted to see me, boss?” He looks from Adrian to me, the colour draining from his face.

Yeah, fucker, I am here for you. Not even your boss will save you.

“Do you know this man?” Dyer points to me but keeps his eyes on Alan.

“Nah, boss. Never seen him before.” Alan shrugs, trying to look cool but fucking failing. I smirk at how uncomfortable and fearful he is.

“He would piss his pants if you stepped forward,” Kink mutters from my left side.

“Are you sure? Because it seems that you took something of his,” Dyer’s voice is really calm, and I can see why most fear him.

Seconds pass and I can see Alan growing more and more antsy. He fidgets, stepping from foot to foot, clenching his fists at his side. All the while, his eyes dart around the room. He looks to me and I smirk at the junkie twat.

“She doesn’t belong to him,” he spits out, then realises his mistake.

“Oh, so you did take something that does not in fact belong to you?”

I see two of Dyer’s men step closer to Alan, and he goes white when he sees them.

“She is mine. That bitch killed my brother and stole my money.”

“Oh, believe me, fuckface, Elsie did not kill your brother,” I snarl.

“She did, because he was shagging other women ten times better than her. She is a whore and was lucky that my brother even took notice of her,” Alan spits.

I blink at his words, then a belt of laughter breaks free, my brothers following.

“Elsie was always too good for the likes of your knobhead brother. Thank fuck I get to keep her and the kids,” I growl, then look to Dyer. “Bring me my daughter. Me and my club have no beef with you.”

“When he turned up here with the little girl, I knew something was wrong, but I never knew the girl belonged to the Royal Bastards MC,” Dyer explains, and I see understanding in his gaze.

“She is a club princess,” Dutch informs the room.

Dyer nods with a sigh. “Bring the girl in.” He looks to me. “She is unharmed. I’m not in the business of hurting innocent women and children.”

“Good, let’s keep it that way,” I tell him.

“DADDY,” is screeched, and my fucking heart skips a beat as I see Ruthie walk in holding hands with a lady around my age. They are both smiling.

“Baby girl, come here.” She runs to me.

Fuck, I love this kid. She, along with her brother and mother, are my world.

She crashes into me and I wrap her tightly in my arms.

“I missed you,” she whispers. “Uncle Alan took me from school and hurt Ricky. Is he okay?”

“That man is no longer your family. Your uncles are right here, baby girl,” Kink steps forward to say.

“He is right, sweet girl,” Dutch adds.

“Ricky is okay. He broke his wrist but he has on a cool blue cast.” I kiss her head. “He is missing you, so what do you say I get you back to the club, so you can see your mum and brother, yeah?”

“Okay, Dad.”

“HE IS NOT YOUR FATHER. MY brOTHER IS YOUR FATHER. WHERE IS NIGEL?” Alan bellows, spit flying out of his mouth. Two of Dyer’s men hold him back.

“Your choice here, Solo. You can deal with him or I can? A peace offering to your club. We will not step into your territory after this,” Dyer offers.

“We will take him, and the offer. You stay out of St Ives and surrounding areas and we will be good.”

I look to Dyer’s wife and nod. “Thank you for taking care of my daughter.”

“She is an absolute dream, a testament to her mother,” she replies.

Dyer nods and calls for a man to see us out. Keeping Ruthie tucked against my chest, her legs around my waist, we leave, my brothers flanking me for extra protection. Woody and the prospect collect Alan, dragging him from the room and into the waiting van.

With Ruthie in front of me on my bike with a helmet on her head, I can’t help but think this girl needs her own helmet, much like her brother. Fuck, maybe even their mum. We ride back to the clubhouse, and thankfully it’s uneventful. We pull into the compound with Pres and the brothers waiting.

The club never fails to have my back, and now that is extended to my family.