Page 12 of The SAA
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I’m riding through town,my head moving from side to side as I sniff and look for a vehicle that’s holding my mate. The downside is I have no fucking clue what the prick is driving, but I’m hoping our bond, while tenuous, will help guide me.
I will not fail.
Icannotfail.
Because if my screaming instincts are correct, Nicole is in imminent danger beyond the trifling that Jeremy started out with, and that can’t happen. Not before I’ve tasted her lips against mine. Not before I’ve felt her warm, wet heat wrapped around my cock. Not before I’ve spent the rest of my long lifetime showing her she’s the best treasure I could have ever hoped to find.
My phone rings through my helmet and I silently thank the makers of Bluetooth as I hit the button to connect the call. “Hello?”
“Brother, you wanna tell me why we just passed a vehicle that had a woman in the passenger seat who looked remarkably like Nicole, but none of our men are the drivers of said car?” Fox asks, sounding calm and collected, though I have an inkling he’s anything but if his sharp words are any indication.
“Where?” I bark out.
“Did you forget who the fuck you’re talking to, Stealth?”
“Sorry, Pres, Nicole’s missing, figured Chaos had informed you of that fact by now. Where did you see this car and what kind was it?”
“I knew there was something suspicious about that bullshit. Headed in the direction of Zephyr Hills. We’re turning around and going after her? We’re probably closer than you are, we can round ‘em up like cattle and ensure they go to the clubhouse,” he replies. “As far as the car, it’s one of those four-door hybrid pieces of shit?”
I chuckle, because unless it’s a Harley, Fox rarely pays attention to cage makes and models. If you were to ask him, we have four trucks at the clubhouse for those times when the prospects have to pick shit up in bulk. In reality, we’ve got two Tahoes, a Ford F-350 dually, and an old, rusted Chevy. But to him, they’re all trucks.
“Yeah, Pres, we’ll be right behind you because I’m unsure how far behind them I am at this point. I left Chaos and Tressa at Nicole’s place, though. I couldn’t wait because I have a bad feeling about the whole thing.”
“We’re on it, Brother. Keep it shiny side up,” he demands before disconnecting.
With a direction in mind, I hit the Bluetooth button and give the order, “Call Chaos.”
As soon as the call connects, I say, “Brother, Fox just called and for some strange reason, they’re headed in the direction of the clubhouse. Think you should lock things up and head there as well in case you’re needed.”
“Got it, Brother. We’ve got your back. Don’t do anything until I get there, I don’t want to miss out on the fun.” He’s making a joke, but I know it’s because he doesn’t want me to do anything foolish and get caught by a bystander or caught on camera when I rip the fucker’s head from his spinal cord.
“Won’t make promises Imightnot be able to keep, Chaos. However, my focus is getting Nini to safety, so if that means that fucker is on hold for a little bit, so be it.”
“We’ll be on the road shortly after I make sure everything’s locked up nice and tight,” he replies before disconnecting.
Once again, I’m left with my treacherous thoughts, which are swirling and becoming more dangerous by the second. First and foremost, after I’ve ensured that Nicole is safe and unharmed, Jeremy will be visiting our guest accommodations for some good, old-fashioned interrogation and ass whooping. I want to know what it was he was looking for, and why whatever it is, was placed at Nicole’s house in the first damn place. What the fuck is that prick involved in and is it going to cause issues for my mate?
Shaking my head, I increase my speed and head toward the interstate which will lead me home.
Nicole
“Well,your labeling came in handy once again, I see,” Jeremy states as he holds the bag full of gemstones. “Now, if the flash drive is here, we’re good to go.”
I barely hold back my snort; I have no unrealistic illusions that he’s going to leave me alive and breathing when he finds what he wants and takes off. He’s an asshole of epic proportions and I can’t believe that younger me fell for his poetic line of bullshit. Granted, I’m older and have a bit more life experience under my belt now, but even still, how could I have ever thought he was attractive?
Maybe it’s his attitude. He’s cocky, condescending, and acts as though his shit doesn’t stink. Well, I’ve got a newsflash for him, it does. I just don’t remember him being this way ten years ago, but if he’s involved in nefarious, illegal acts, that probably has a lot to do with his persona now. He’s harder, more jaded. To me, he looks like a monster.
“Let me check my purse since it wasn’t in the box where the others were packed,” I suggest. I begin to diligently search through every nook, cranny and pocket inside of my purse, but come up empty. Then I remember how Stealth dumped out my purse at the clubhouse and wonder if maybe in all the ensuing chaos, it fell on the floor or something. Even thinking that, an idea strikes…If I can get him to the clubhouse, I can alert the masses that something’s wrong.Someone there will save me from him.
“Do you have it, bitch?” he asks once I set my purse aside.
“It’s not in there either,” I say, grinding my teeth.
“Where the fuck did it go?” he seethes, now pacing back and forth across the floor like a madman who’s lost his last marble.
“It could be at the clubhouse. My purse got dumped out and the contents went flying everywhere,” I admit, hoping to entice him to head that way.