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That seemed to pique both their interests.

“Nash take you out?” Ace asked.

She nodded. “Yeah, he’s got like seven bikes. He even let me pick which one I wanted to go on.”

Ace lifted his cigarette to his lips. “Which one did you choose?”

She bit her lip, racking her brain. She knew nothing about motorcycles. “It was black and chrome with a skull and crossbones emblem on it. It looked a lot like the ones out front.”

Ace shared a look with Cross. It was impossible to know what they were thinking, but it seemed like they were having a silent conversation. Ace took a drag from his cigarette, and Cross looked across the table at her.

“Good choice.”

Charley nodded and sat back in her seat.

Heavy footsteps sounded across the room. Wraith and Cue stood side by side in the wide doorway. Neither of them paid any mind to her. They were solely focused on Ace.

“Nash is here.”

The legs of the chairs scraped the wood floor in unison as Ace and Cross stood.

“Cue, move her to the back.”

“Observation?”

Ace nodded.

Cue walked toward her, gesturing for her to get up. She nervously stood, darting her gaze over all the men. If Nash was here, why were they moving her?

“I can’t see him?”

Ace glanced over his shoulder. “Not yet. King’s orders.”

King’s orders? Cue was a few feet away and pointed in front of him. She slowly walked across the room and down a long narrow hall. It was dark with a few closed doors on either side. As they passed, she noticed a curtain big enough for a large window.

“Door on your left.”

Charley opened the door and slowly walked inside, peering around the barren room. Aside from a chair and small beat-up table, it was empty. It was cold, and a shiver spread over her skin.

“Sit down.”

She followed his orders, and he walked out, closing the door behind him.

She flinched when she heard the lock click in place.

Charley folded her arms, sliding her hands over her skin.

The room was sending her anxiety to the next level.

It was a windowless room. Or so she thought until she glanced around the room.

She stilled, staring at the large mirror on the hallway wall.

It was built in, and fear spiked through her veins.

She wasn’t looking at a plain mirror but a one-way observation mirror.

They could watch her, but she couldn’t see them.

Oh shit!

****

Nash had made it to Killcreek in record time. He’d called Oz after he’d left Inez’s place giving him a full rundown. Oz was sending Caine and Ridge, but they were probably about twenty minutes behind him. Nash wasn’t waiting on backup. There was no need to with Ace and the club.

The door opened before he reached the porch. Oak lowered his chin and stepped aside.

“Where is she?” He didn’t bother waiting for an answer and stalked to the main room in their house. Several members filled the room. All familiar. But no Charley.

“Where the fuck is she, Ace?”

“No worries, she’s safe.”

“Get her. Now!”

Ace’s gaze hardened. “You’re in my house, Nash. You don’t get to make demands.”

Nash clenched his jaw and glared.

“I figured you’d want to take care of business before taking her home.” Ace folded his arms.

“What business?” Nash snapped.

“It seems Zeke got a little rough with your woman before she got away. Nasty gash on her face.”

Fire raced through Nash’s veins, and he balled his fists.

“But we got something for you. A present.” Gent smirked. “And you’re gonna like it, brother.”

Ace turned and started to the back of the room with the others following, including Nash. He knew the layout of the clubhouse. There was the main house with a long hall leading out to a massive room. It was an addition and very unassuming from the outside.

As they entered the room, and the members cleared a path, he saw a steel spiked fighting cage. Nash had seen them before. A little barbaric but not surprising for Killcreek. They were a different breed when it came to violence.

Ace pointed to the cage and the man standing inside. “And there’s your gift.”

I’m gonna fucking kill you.

Nash didn’t say a word. His stare was aimed at Zeke as he made his way to the ring. He shrugged off his jacket, dropping it to the floor, then yanked his tie off, tossing it blindly. He grabbed his collar, ripping off the first few buttons before the shirt opened, and he took it off.

Fear had a distinct look. As Nash entered the ring, Zeke stepped back and held up his hands. He was in his mid-twenties and in decent shape. Muscular but no match for Nash. Or Charley. Seeing him and knowing the size difference and strength amped up his rage to the highest level.

“Look, man…” Two words. It was the only thing Zeke was able to get out before Nash charged toward him.

He heard a wave of cheers, but Nash blocked it out. He wasn’t there for glory. This was all about revenge.

When he was a foot away, Nash took his first shot. A direct hit to the jaw had Zeke’s head swung back, and he stumbled. Nash wasted no time letting him recover. He jabbed his chest, stomach, and a hard right to the side of his head. It was enough to drop him.

It could’ve been over. But I’m not done yet.

Nash bent down, gripped Zeke’s arms, and threw him against the barbed wire lining the ring.

Beads of blood covered half of his back.

Zeke wailed out in pain, but it did nothing to stop Nash.

If anything, he fed off of it. When Zeke scrambled to stand, Nash grasped the back of his neck, shifted his hand to his shoulder and swung hard, landing on his jaw, sending his head snapping back.

Another punch to his stomach had Zeke bending over.

It was perfect timing for an uppercut. Nash’s fist slammed into his nose and Zeke fell to the floor.

Nash rolled his shoulders, circling Zeke. He had no plans on stopping. He caught his reflection in a mirrored beer sign. Smeared blood covered his chest and hands. None of it was his.

“Don’t kill him, brother. We need him.”

Nash was too blinded by his rage to know who said it or even care. He grabbed Zeke’s limp body and slammed his fist into his jaw, watching him fall to the floor. Again. Seconds later he felt arms wrap around his chest and Wraith stepped in front of him, blocking Zeke’s motionless body.

“Get your fucking hands off me,” Nash snarled, pulling away from the grip and spun around. Cross narrowed his gaze.

“We offered revenge, not murder. Like Ace said, we need him.”

Nash swiped the sweat from his forehead.

Nash walked out of the cage and caught the towel Wraith tossed to him. He swiped the blood off his chest and the sweat from his face. It had been a long time since he’d been in a fist fight. The adrenaline was pumping, and he knew he had to gain control before seeing Charley.

“Have her wait in the bar for me.”

The room was set in silence. Nash turned back to the brothers.

“She’s gone,” Ace said.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Nash shouted.

Ace shrugged. “Oz’s orders. He had security waiting to take her once you came back to the ring.” Ace raised his brows. “Looks like the golden boy pissed off the King.”

Nash didn’t hesitate. He grabbed his shirt and stalked out of the clubhouse, grabbing his phone and making the call. Oz answered on the second ring.

“Yes?”

“Where is she?”

“By my calculations? About thirty minutes ahead of you.”

Nash got into the car and slammed his battered fist against the steering wheel, ignoring the pain shooting through his arm.

“Oz.” Nash ground his teeth.

“Do you trust me?” Oz asked.

Fuck! Any other time, he wouldn’t question it.

“Nash?”

Did he trust Oz?

“Yes, I trust you.”

“With everything?” Oz countered.

Did he? Nash had been with Oz for years. Nash trusted this man with everything. But Charley meant more to Nash than his own life. He drove his hand through his hair.

“Oz, she’s not connected to this. She didn’t know.”

“That’s not what I asked you.” There was a small stretch of silence. “Do you trust me? With her?”

Nash stared out the windshield.

“Yes.”

“Then, I’ll see you when you get here.” The line went dead, and Nash fisted the phone.

Fuck!