Page 243 of His Virgin Romance Series

“I hope you find your girl,” she said to me.

“Thank you for helping me,” I said.

She gave me a short nod and headed off towards the car that was parked to the side. She was almost at her car when I realized I didn’t even know her name.

“Hey,” I called out. “What’s your name?”

“Sarah,” she replied.

“I’m Ryder,” I told her.

She smiled. “I know.”

“If you ever need help with anything, Sarah… you can count on the Angels,” I said.

Her smiled deepened slightly. “I’ll keep that in mind,” she nodded.

The moment her car had disappeared around the bend, I ran back and got on my motorbike. The boys were there too, and all three jumped on their bikes as well.

“What’s the plan?” Justin asked.

“If they’re planning on skipping town, they’d not be going to go back to their clubhouse,” I said. “This is a small enough town. We’ll be able to find them if we split up. I want one of you to send an alert to all the boys. We’re going to scour this town until we find either Bryan or Clint.”

“Understood,” Justin nodded.

“I’m going to start the search at the pub stretch. Bones, you take the other part of town. Lonny and Justin, make sure the other men are out there searching too. The moment one of you strike gold, let me know immediately.”

With my instructions given, I headed towards the pub stretch to look for one or both of the men fitting Sarah’s description. I went into every single place that men like me might decide to visit, but I got nothing. Two hours later, and I was still searching and starting to get frustrated and angry when I got a call.

I almost dropped my phone I was in such a rush to answer the call. It was Red.

“Red?”

“We found one,” he said.

“Fuck yes!” I said, punching the air with joy. “Where are you?”

“East end of Lake and Pine. There’s a broad alleyway between two of the apartment buildings.”

“I know the one,” I said. “I’ll be there in five.”

I hung up and sped towards the location Red had mentioned. I got there in four minutes, parked my bike next to Red’s and headed towards the alleyway. Red was there with Vincent and Michael, and they surrounded a man with a noticeable scar on his face and a missing front tooth.

“Jackpot,” I said, walking over to them.

“What the fuck do you motherfuckers want?” he yelled.

He was bleeding from the nose and from a wound just above his left eyebrow. He was also on the floor, leaning against the wall, while the boys surrounded him casually, without a care in the world. They moved aside so that I could pass. I knelt down right in front of Bryan and gave him a friendly smile.

“You must be Bryan?”

“How do you know my name?”

“This is a small town, Bryan, and people notice things.”

“What do you want?” he asked again.

“Oh, I think you know,” I said as my tone turned deadly. “You crashed my house the other day, and you took something from me.”

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