Page 61 of Jack

I sigh and look back to my house. It looks like it has been left empty for years, with all the paint and broken shit everywhere. This was my sanctuary, with my son, and they just fucked with that. These kids may be paid off by this cunt cop, but they had a choice to say no.

“I need to get to Lilith. Make sure she is okay.” No sooner do I say that, my phone rings.

My stomach knots, seeing that it is Logan, the prospect, on my girl.

“Logan, speak to me.”

“We are heading to the clubhouse now. The fucker managed to corner Lilith at the back of her shop. Fuck, I am sorry, Jack.”

My blood turns to lava at hearing that cunt got his hands on Lilith, even with two people watching over her.

“Get there fast, for fuck’s sake. I will meet you there,” I snap, then hang up. “Fuck me, this day gets better and fucking better,” I growl.

Arching my back, my face pointing toward the sky, I let out a roar, letting all the tension leave my body in one cry. My lungsscream for oxygen as I keep letting the noise escape from within me. It is like a demon is being expelled from me, but I need it, it feels fucking good.

“Shit, this is bad,” I hear Travis murmur.

“What do you mean?” Cal inquires.

“When Jack bellows like that it means that he has been keeping shit locked up. People think that he is quiet and sweet and all that jazz, but this motherfucker can be a beast when he needs to be, and by the looks of it, the beast may be coming out to play,” Finan explains.

“It doesn’t happen often but when it does, he is on a mission.”

I come out of my rage and look to the men who stand around me.

“That cunt cop got to Lilith at Wicked Sugar.The prospects are taking her to the club, and we are meeting them there.” I march away after I finish explaining, then mount my bike but before I fire her up, I look to Cal, who is slowly walking toward me.

“Once I find him, the world will be one dirty cop down, and a better place for it.”

Cal nods. “I hear you, Jack. Now go to your girl. Have Mav keep me posted.”

The roar of our bikes fills the air as we head back to the club after one more look at my destroyed house. I have the money to repair everything, not giving a flying fuck about whether the insurance will pay out or not.

Being a Rugged Skull has its perks, but being a Rugged Hunter is even better on the bank.

When we arrive at the club, the gate slides open, letting us pass and we slide our bikes into the correct formation before turning off the engines. My blood pumps readily through myveins in anticipation of seeing Lilith. Did that fucker hurt her? Did he mark her creamy skin?

He will pay for this shit. No cop is safe when you hurt a Rugged Skull.

Storming through the doors, I catch sight of my girl, and she is crying, her body curled against my mother.

My mother says something to her and she lifts her head. Her gaze connects with mine, and in a flash, she is across the room and in my arms.

My heart is beating so fucking fast, I am surprised it is still locked in my chest. Holding Lilith to me, my body relaxes some. Her scent hits my senses and I moan, happy that she is okay and with me.

“Jack,” my father calls my name, and I lift my head to look at him when he steps to us.

“Prospect, tell us what the fuck happened and how the hell the bastard was able to get close to her.”

“Jodie is on her way,” I hear Opal say.

“Why is Jodie coming?” I pull back, looking down at my girl. “Baby, are you hurt?”

She nods her head, her gaze dropping to the floor.

“I want to say this first. Logan is not to blame, neither of the prospects are.” Growls fill the room, and I look over her head, seeing Sarge glaring down at both men in question.

“We will see, baby.”

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