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I needed to rip everyone’s head off, including my own.

Crow’s phone started ringing.

I snatched it up, answering it, “Did you find her?”

“No, but Carol said that Shelly had her tell Kali to grab her bag and get ready to leave.”

“When was this?”

“Thirty minutes ago. Another one of our guys said he saw both of them dip outside, but he didn’t think anything of it because they’d been hanging out in front of the diner earlier anyway. Thought they just wanted some air.”

“What about the prospects? They would’ve been watching the bikes.”

“Prospect we had out there said he saw both of ’em go around the corner. A second later, he saw headlights leaving a block north. We’re thinking that was Shelly’s car since it’s missing too. They were heading east.”

Crow was waiting for my orders.

“A prospect just let them go? When we’re under attack by the cartel?”

“He’s real sorry, Ghost. Me too. All of us. Carol is crying. There's no reason not to do what Shelly says, always done it before. Shelly’s the Lady Boss in this charter.”

“You find out exactly, word for word, what Shelly told Carol to say. I want to know every fucking thing she said or saw or did from the time she walked in that fucking bar until right now. You get me?”

“I get you. On it.”

This time there was no restraint.

I took Crow’s phone and whipped it as hard and as far as I could, and I was two seconds from whipping Crow himself right after it.

“Now, Ghost.” He began backing up, his hands going in the air. “Think, brother. We’re both Reds here–” He choked off the last part on the account that he couldn’t fucking breathe, on the account that my hand was around his throat and on the account that I was squeezing it harder with each second that passed.

“Hey!” Feet scrambled over gravel and I felt hands at my hand, trying to pull me off.

I wasn’t moving.

This fucker. His charter had been nothing but bad news from the beginning.

“Shane.” Boise wrapped an arm around my chest.

I felt others, all trying to pull me off.

Someone wedged his way between us and he pushed as Boise was pulling. Someone dipped down, and lifted me up. A few guys. I was carried back and only then did I stop squeezing.

I shoved off them, pushing Boise away and whoever else. “Get off me!”

I was going for Crow again.

He was being carried into the warehouse, and his club guys were getting between him and me. The same was going for my guys until Boise was in my face, and talking sense. “He is their president right now. VP or not, he’s theirs. They’re going to throw down for him, whether he’s in the wrong or not. You know that. I got no clue what transpired in the last five minutes, but I saw Stripes tear out of here so I’m assuming it has something to do with why he’s gone. You want to fill me in? Let someone who’s thinking a little clearer than you are at the moment know what’s going on?”

“That woman, Shelly, whoever the fuck she is to him she took my woman somewhere and Kali’s got her phone off. She’d only turn her phone off if she was taken or she was told to turn it off, and no reason she’d be told to turn that phone off unless it was a fucking lie!” I began pacing, fury raging through me, but dammit. Damn! Boise was right. The guys were looking at me a certain way.

Fuck this shit.

I started forward.

“Ghost–” Boise tried to get in front of me.

“I ain’t going to touch him, but I am going to deal with some shit right here and now.” I signaled to one of Crow’s guys. “You tell him what make and model Shelly drives and you,” I said to Boise. “Get the computer guys on it. She’s got Kali with her and I have no idea where they’re going. I want her car found now. Tell Stripes what’s going on. He lit out after her.”