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CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

TARGET

We are at the clubhouse; all patched members are here with the sheriff talking about what that went down last night at the street race, with that cunt, Crypt, and his men.

Also Logan has been in a mood since we got back, slamming shots down when he can, snapping at people. I have had to call him on it a few times, and threatened him to reel it the fuck in before he gets toilet duty for a month.

I sent Mads a text an hour ago and she has not replied to me, and my gut tightens thinking something is wrong. The prospect, Waylon, has not gotten in contact with me, so everything must be good. So why the fuck is my gut telling me something is off?

I partially listen to Racer talking to the sheriff, my mind drifting to my woman again. It has been so fucking long since I have been inside of her, the taste her on my tongue, and I need her.

My craving for her is getting stronger.

“You good?” I look to my right at Savage.

I shrug. “Something feels off.”

“What do you mean?”

“I can’t pinpoint it, just a feeling of dread in my gut. Madalyn has not texted me back, and I know shit has been busy around the club but we have been texting back and forth, but she has never not replied to me.”

“Maybe she has learned that there is better out there,” he jokes.

“Fuck off.” I can’t help but smile at the bastard.

“Once we are done here, go and see her. I heard office sex is very good for the soul and the balls, brother.” He wiggles his eyebrows at me.

I shove his shoulder, earning me a growl and glare from Pres.

I grin, sitting up straight and joining in on the conversation.

“Are you two about fucking done?”

“Yeah, Pres.”

Sheriff shakes his head, before getting back to the information he is sharing.

“As I was saying, Vinnie Arthur was jailed for carrying a large amount of ketamine in his car. He got a few years, and it would have been less, except he decided to assault a police officer that grabbed his sister.”

“Fucker should not put his hands on a woman,” the prospect snarls, earning a glare from Racer.

“Did I fucking ask for your input, prospect?”

“Oooo, the little boy is in trouble with Daddy Racer,” Savage says in a childlike voice.

“Shut it, Savage,” Racer snaps.

He pinches the bridge of his nose, and sighs. “It is like running a club of fucking toddlers.”

“Right. Anyway, back to what I found out. Vinnie’s sister was caught up in it all and got dragged into the crew’s bidding. She was used as a mule and I am sorry to say this, kid, but she fell in line and became a top member of the crew. That is why she is in bed with this Crypt fucker.”

Logan’s body goes tight, his hands balling into fists at his sides, and nostrils flare. His lips curl into a snarl, and fuck me, it is like looking at a different person, not the pretty boy we have come to know.

“As for the MC, they are known for their bad shit. Got a few arrests under their belts, one member is in for murder. Some bad shit, they are linked to drugs, guns, and even some human trafficking. The DEA is watching them, wanting something more solid before they move in.”

“Something more solid. What is more solid than trafficking humans?” Flame bites out.

“They won’t give me too much, man. That is all they have said on that matter. Listen, if I hear more, I will be in touch.” With that he leaves, taking the deputy with him.

“That is some fucking bullshit,” Flame belts out, his anger evident in his voice.

“I know, brother, but there is fucking nothing we can do right now. The club is my priority, so we keep an eye on the fucks, and protect our people. Prospect, I need you to rein in that fucking temper; it is nice to see but right now keep a hold on it and you can release when needed.” Racer nods to Logan, who stands stoic in the corner.

“Keep your eyes peeled, ride in twos. Watch each other’s back. Now fuck off, I need my dick sucked to help ease this headache.” We laugh.

“Is that what the old folk are saying these days, Pres?” Savage winks at him.

Pres flips him off but I see a ghost of a smile on his face.

We leave church and head to the bar, and I check my phone as I walk, frowning when I see there is still nothing from my woman.

I can't help but wonder if she's upset that I haven't made the effort to see her. Our relationship is new, I get that, but fuck me the unanswered texts have my guts in knots.

As I make my way to the bar, I replay our last conversation, hoping it jolts her to get back to me.

“Hey, Target,” Diana says when I reach the bar.

She pushes her tits together in an attempt to tempt me between her legs. Fat fucking chance.

“Diana.”

“I saw you frowning down at your phone; problems with the little mouse?” she purrs, biting her lips at me.

I look at her, really take her in, and wonder why the fuck she would be here, fucking bikers when she could be out there finding a man to marry and give her a couple of kids and an unlimited credit card.

“No problem. She is busy, just like I am,” I explain, not that I fucking have to.

With the way she is looking at me, I can’t help but think she knows something. A gleam in her eyes has me on edge all of a sudden.

Shifting so I face her head on, her smile widens, as she takes my movement as interest.

These women are all the fucking same. Will do anything to get what they want, even step on their friends. What they will not do is disrespect a patched member, or they will be out for good.

I know the Fort Lauderdale brothers had some shit with their club girls and Magnum had to ban them all. He let the next generation of brothers bring more hang arounds in and fuck me that went to shit also, so they got banned after another club girl caused shit with the Ol’ Ladies.

“I bet she is busy. I did see her with another biker just a few hours ago; maybe she has a thing for bikers.” She licks her lips. “Like I do.”

The mention of Madalyn being with another biker sets me closer to the edge. I know for a fact that she would not go willingly with any biker unless it was someone from my club. If she was with someone else, then I know that the prospect would have let me know.

Diana knows something.

“Oh, yeah?” I smirk, inching loser.

Licking my lips, her eyes drop to my mouth. She goes to touch me but I lean back, shaking my head at her but keeping my grin in place.

“Sex ban, remember?” She pouts. “But, I could make an exception.”

“For what?” Her eyes narrow, and she straightens her shoulders.

My phone rings but I ignore it. It stops ringing and I focus back on the bitch in front of me.

“Who did you see Madalyn with? Give me details and I’ll see what I can do about a brother getting between those thighs.” She pants, but I see suspicion in her eyes.

She shrugs, before turning to the bar, drinking from the beer that was placed there for me.

“He was a biker. A cut like yours, but a different logo.” She waves that bit of information off. “Short buzz cut hair, and a tattoo on his neck. I think he had an arm tattoo as well.” This time she makes sure to be detailed, describing Crypt.

“I see.” My phone rings again, and this time I take my phone out of my pocket, seeing Waylon’s name.

Hitting the green button, I answer.

“Yeah,” I keep my eyes on Diana.

“Fuck, Target, I am down. Some cunt came at me from behind, stabbed me in the back, I blacked out. When I came to, I looked for Madalyn but she is gone. Fuck, there are signs of a struggle. Fuck, I’m sorry.” His voice is pained and filled with regret.

I wish I could give him sympathy but rage, and pain are churning around my body, igniting every nerve ending. Diana’s eyes are wide and filled with fear, as they fucking should be.

She goes to step away, but I grip her arm.

“Fucking stay.” My voice is deep. “Prospect, hang tight, we are on our way.” I end the call and bellow, “brOTHERS!”

Heavy footfalls comes into the main room, Racer zipping up his pants, scowling.

“Target, what’s going on?” He looks between me and the club girl.

“My woman has been taken. The prospect just called, he was stabbed in the back and blacked out. When he came to, he looked for Madalyn, but she was gone. There were signs of a fucking struggle in the office,” I spit out, my blood rushing through my body, burning through with fury.

“She fucking fought her attacker,” Savage preens. “Good girl.”

“What is the story with this bitch?” Rouge nods to Diana.

The club whore tries to pull out of my grip, but I hold firm, my fingers digging into her flesh. I am not a man who will hurt any woman, but she knows something about my woman being in danger.

“She knows something about Crypt. Saw him and my woman in town, apparently.”

“I never said it was this Crypt guy, I just described him.” She shakes, her trembling voice showing her fear.

“You skimmed over that you saw them but went into detail on him. You were making sure that I knew it was him. My woman would never go anywhere willingly with that cunt, he hurt her before,” I snarl in her face.

Her eyes widen and fill with tears.

“I didn’t know.”

“BULLSHIT!” I scream, starting to lose control.

“I have an old hacker buddy who can track the vehicle that Crypt used to take Madalyn,” Logan tells us as he steps into the room, his phone to his ear.

“Do it, I want information ASAP. Flame, get on the line with Maverick and see what he can find for us,” Racer snaps. “Take this cunt down to the basement, I will deal with her later.”

Diana’s cries fill the room but no one step in to help her; they know she has done wrong. The other club girls watch in horror as she is dragged away, kicking and screaming.

“Any brother, or club girl, does anything that puts a Rugged Skulls member or an Ol’ Lady in danger will receive my personal consequences.” He breathes hard, in dark Pres mode.

“From here on out, I want all businesses linked to the club to be fully equipped with RSS camera and detection systems, along with panic buttons.”

My mind goes to Madalyn while we wait for information from the prospect’s guy.

Dark emotions mix in my head, a time when I came back from the Army, I lost myself and my loved ones suffered. I can’t lose Madalyn, not when I have just found her.

Scenes play out in my head with ways to kill this motherfucker who thinks he can take something that does not belong to him. She is mine, and no one will take her from me. I will hunt and skin anyone alive who wants to harm my loved ones.

Rough hands grip my face, forcing my eyes to meet his. Staring into the dark eyes of Savage, I feel the weight of what is happening. My heart hammers in my chest painfully, and I feel like my skin is too tight.

“We will find her, brother. I swear it on my life, that I will bring her back to you, Kohen.”

“I can’t lose her, Hayes.” I use his birth name that he carries with honor after his grandfather.

“You won’t. Do you think I would allow anything to happen to someone you care about and love. Shit, brother, I couldn’t handle all your fucking grieving and moping around.” A sliver of a smile slips across his mouth.

“Fucker.” My voice cracks.

“Death will rain down on them, and I will gladly make it hurt.”

“Pres, VP, my buddy, Brains, got back to me.

They are staying in a house about an hour from here.

It belonged to some old lady, but she passed away six months ago.

The neighbors reported lights and noise coming from inside but the police did nothing.

Brains used street cameras to track the truck and it has not moved since it arrived.

“Does your friend need a fucking job? I could use him at RSS.”

“I will ask,” the prospect replies.

“Okay brothers, we hunt and let’s bring an Ol’ Lady home.”

We mount our bikes and leave in formation. I ride behind Racer with Flame next to me, as he is the SAA of the club, with every other brother at our backs.

With every mile that passes under my wheels, my rage builds. My fingers tighten around the handlebars, my knuckles hurting from the pressure, but I welcome the pain.

Anger like I have never felt races through me. I can feel myself losing control of all senses aside from pain and rage. My life will carry on with a gaping hole in it if I lose Madalyn. That is something that I am not willing to do.

We arrive at the property where we have been told they are keeping my woman. It is surrounded by a high fence and a gate, that looks like it has seen better days.

My jaw cracks under the pressure of grinding my teeth.

“We have an Ol’ Lady inside and we do not want to risk doing anything that could get her hurt. Anyone in a Deadly Dwellers cut, you shoot that motherfucker. None of them leave here alive,” Racer commands and we nod.

“How are we going to get in there with that thing protecting them?” Forge mutters, pressing on the gate.

From what I can see, there are no security cameras up, so they will not see us coming.

I am ready to go in there and get my woman. Music plays loudly from inside and cheering can be heard.

“They are having a fucking party,” Rouge growls, his eyes focused on the house.

We all hear revving behind us, and looking over my shoulder, I see Logan behind the wheel of a fucking Hummer, smiling like he has hit the jackpot. He hits the gas, storming forward with a wide grin on his face. With a loud crash, the truck slams into the gate, ripping it apart.

Crazy motherfucker.