Page 51 of Blade

They can see I’m at my breaking point and are trying to help me as much as possible so I don’t explode and go on a killingspree, but the longer I go without knowing her whereabouts, the more my blade burns in my boot.

“It won’t be her. It’s never fucking her!” Axe snaps, losing his cool, and I sigh and reply, “Viper trusts the source that contacted him, and he wouldn’t check out his own lead if he didn’t believe it meant something.”

Axe scoffs, “My sister isn’t stupid enough to run away and settle down only two hours from here.”

I shake my head at his negativity and snap, “Or maybe she’s really fucking smart because she knew we wouldn’t search that close to home?”

He pauses for a moment, then sucks in a breath, and I scoff at the idiot. I swear, the longer his sister is missing, the more idiotic he’s becoming.

“How sure are we she wasn’t the one pulling the strings?” my dad questions out of the blue, causing everyone to look at him, and I glare at him, but he puts his hands up and says, “She disappeared, and the shit stopped. It looks really fucking suspicious, and you know it, son.”

“My sister is not the fucking traitor. She never even fucking came to the club!” Axe snaps at my dad, and I sigh as Dad growls back, “Yet she lied to my son about who she really is and then fucking disappeared!”

“Fuck’s sake, here we go again,” I mutter as I lean back in my chair while my brothers argue with the five of Axe’s that he trusts.

It’s like this every fucking time we meet, which is at least once a week.

Last week it was Bear who brought up that maybe Luna was the traitor. The week before that, fucking Venom. It’s too much of a coincidence in their eyes that everything stopped as she left, but I think a certain brother wants everyone to believe she was the problem, a brother that wants to take over.

Dad, however, has always believed she was innocent, and the fucker is itching for an argument, and it doesn't matter who with as long as they will argue back. Between Skylar refusing to speak to him and my mother causing shit which I'm now beginning to believe is because she wants to leave him, he's a ticking time bomb.

I did get my anger from him.

My phone vibrates in my pocket, and I sigh and get it out, expecting it to be Mama. She's back on club property, but not by choice. Dad wasn't happy with the silent treatment from her, something I originally thought was some kind of game, but she's done nothing but call me since she got back and push herself into problems with the clubwhores and prospects.

It's like she's trying to get kicked out again, knowing Dad needs her and I'm beginning to see things through a different lens. Everything she's done is coming back bit by bit, the guilt she'll sometimes hold when she takes it too far, and the relief when I punish her and ban her from the club.

It's like Mama wants Dad to leave her.

I freeze seeing Viper’s name and my heart stops because there is no way he’s calling me this early on in his lead if he’s found her.

Fuck it’s another dead end…

“It’s Viper,” I announce to shut everyone up, and it works as they all look at me.

Axe looks ready to break coming to the realization as me while my brothers look at me with sadness.

I shake my head and answer my phone, only having it here because I know Viper would call at some point—normally, we leave them outside of church.

“Brother,” I answer with sorrow but freeze as he states, “I think I’ve found her.”

Holy fuck, holy fucking fuck!

My eyes widen, and I look at Axe in shock. He furrows his brows, and I quickly put my phone on the loudspeaker.

“What do you mean you think?” I demand, and Viper clears his throat, music blaring around him.

“I mean, she looks like the girl at the gate that day, but she’s lost a lot of weight,” he admits, and I furrow my brows as Venom asks, “Where the fuck are you, brother?” as cheering can be heard.

Viper’s quiet momentarily before admitting, “At Kitty’s Girls in Colt Town.”

“You’re fucking strippers instead of grabbing my sister?” Axe accuses while I stay quiet because it definitely isn’t like Viper to fuck around while on the job, meaning…

“No, I’m not,” Viper admits, and I tense further already coming to the realization and he confirms, “My lead had led me to the strip club where a woman that looks exactly like Luna but skinnier is working behind the bar while men working with her grope her and smacks her ass and she fucking takes it.”

My jaw ticks as I grind my back teeth, and anger hits me hard, and suddenly, I’m fucking hoping and praying it isn’t her, praying she wouldn’t put herself in danger like this.

Viper sighs and admits, “She’s also drinking like a fucking sailor. Every time someone buys a drink, they buy her a shot, and instead of pretending to swallow it and then spit it into a beer bottle like most bartenders, she takes the shot. I’ve been here for an hour, and she’s had at least two shots, but I’m not sure how many she’s had before that. Her shift started three hours ago.”

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