Page 4 of Living Without

Stepping out the door, I called, “Beast, Dallas, with me, now.” I kept walking, knowing Saxon was in the compound. I’d seen him when Low and I had walked from my room earlier.

“What’s goin’ on?” Dallas asked in a rough tone. He’d already sensed something was happenin’ from my pinched lips and drawn brows. Beast would already know as well; he just wouldn’t say anything. Never did because he was a mute.

“Nary’s been taken, gonna inform Saxon.”

“Fuckin’ hell,” Dallas clipped low.

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SAXON

I stood at the bar with Handle and Gamer. I’d just taken another shot of whiskey when the door, which led into the garage, came open with a bang. All eyes went there, and I swear, the room filled with tension when our prez, along with Dallas and Beast, walked in.

Something had happened. Something bad if I read their solemn expressions right. They scanned the room—brothers sat around just shooting the shit. But Prez didn’t focus on anyone, so I wondered if what he had to tell us was something regarding the fuckstick Baxter. He was a dick who wanted Hawks taken down. He’d had a hard-on for Hawks since Talon turned him down fuckin’ years ago to become a member and since Dodge beat the hell outta him in a backyard brawl. Which was when Talon had approached Dodge to become Hawks.

Prez stepped up to the bar and gestured to Muff behind the counter. Muff quickly poured him a shot. It was then I felt heat at my back, only I didn’t look there because Prez started talking, his gaze down on the bench.

“I need you to keep your cool, brother.”

Looking to Handle, he shrugged. Who in the hell was Dodge talking to?

Then he raised his hard-as-fuck eyes to me.

My jaw clamped tight, my body stood tall, only to stiffen. The only reason he’d ask for my cool was if something had happened to… “Nary?” I whispered on a growl.

He nodded once. “She’s been taken.”

One second.

Two.

Three.

Rage hit me. I threw my head back and screamed through the pain slicing over and over my heart. My eyes narrowed, my voice stilled. I flung my arm out, taking all the drinks on the bar to the ground. I picked up a stool and threw it across the floor. Someone grabbed me. I spun, punching the person in the face. He went down.

Another brother wrapped their arms around my shoulders, drawing me back against them. I fought, my hands grabbing their arms to remove them. Even if I ripped them from their body, I didn’t care. Only, the fucker was strong. I shifted my head forward and threw it back hard and collided with a nose.

The person cursed, his arms loosening, but before I could move, I was taken to the ground.

“Get the fuck off me,” I clipped harshly. My heart pumped hard behind my ribs. My mind kept playing the words over and over.She’s been taken. She’s been taken. She’s been taken.

“Saxon!” Dodge yelled, leaning over, his face in mine.

My vision cleared of red and I settled, blinking up at him. “Billy’s coming in with the information. You need to get it under wraps, brother. We’ll need you on this to find her.”

She’s been taken. She’s been taken. She’s been taken.

I narrowed my eyes. My head spun to the fucker holding me to the ground. Dallas.

“Fuck,” Dodge bit out before he stood. “He’s gone again. Get him to calm down. He’s useless otherwise.” Dodge sighed.

Dallas shifted and that was all I needed. I scrambled up to my knees from under him and made a move to run for the door.

“Take him down,” Dodge demanded.

Brothers came at me. I managed to knock two to the ground before I was grabbed and dragged from the room. Still, I didn’t let up. I struggled and fought.

“I’m gonna kill him. Fuckin’ gut him,” I roared.

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