Page 67 of Ghost

“Trent Davids is a patched brother in the Death Dogs MC. Goes by Pepper.”

“You have to be fucking with us,” Blade whined.

“I assure you I am not fucking with you. I found a more recent picture. This was from two years ago,” Nav insisted.

Another picture popped up on the screen and my hands fisted. It was obvious it had been taken in a hospital. The woman had blonde hair, clearly beaten to the point she was unrecognizable.

“What do we think the chances are that she’s in the area?” King asked no one in particular.

“Pepper is a patched brother. If he doesn’t hold an office, I can’t see a president moving the entire fucking club for an old lady of a patched member,” Cash countered.

“Not even the daughter of a former president and sister of a current one?” Jingles asked.

“FUCKING HELL,” King shouted, slamming his hands on the table. “We need to find this fucking girl. I’ll call Zeus and see if there are any up-to-date pictures he can send us. We need some fucking answers.”

King’s stress level had reached its max. He was barking at everyone. Grace hadn’t been seen at the clubhouse in weeks, and we all wondered if that contributed to his sour fucking mood. He thought he had us fooled but we knew they were screwin’ around. I would be pissed too if my woman cut me off.

Oh that’s right, she fucking did when she pulled a runner.

Gunner pulled his phone from his pocket, answering the call.

“Baby, what’s up?”

He stood from his chair and it slammed back against the wall.

“Haizley, what’s wrong?”

Hitting the speaker button so we could all hear, he asked, “Where is Greg, baby?”

“Dead on my living room floor.”

Oh shit!

“Zero! You’re with me. Let’s go,” Gunner yelled as he ran out the front door. Cash, Jingles, King and I all followed.

We sped through town, eating up the distance to Haizley’s house quickly. I liked Haizley. She would be good for my brother. She called him out on his shit.

We all needed someone like her.

Not someone who ran for no fucking reason.

Pulling myself back to the issue at hand, I watched as Gunner jumped off his bike, and without taking the time to put the kickstand down, his bike landed on its side. Jingles stopped to lift the bike while Gunner ran up the stairs. When the door didn’t open, he lifted his foot and slammed it right under the doorknob, kicking it open and seconds later, disappearing inside.

Zero would be pissed about that. Gunner just made his job harder.

“Ghost, call Nav. At least a half dozen of these houses have ring cameras,” Zero called out, and I looked down the road as I pulled out my phone.

King joined me outside, followed by Jingles.

“This is a goddamn clusterfuck. It’s fucking self-defense.”

“Gunner’s right. We don’t need to compromise Dec with this shit.”

“He’s dead?” I asked.

I hadn’t gone inside, instead staying out on the street, making sure no one was aware of what we were here for.

“Yea, he attacked Haizley, and she stabbed him in the fucking neck,” King clarified.

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