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“Hayden was walking back from Bella’s when she saw it,” Blade growls, already heading for the bay doors.“Said Wren didn’t even get a chance to scream.Just gone.Hauled her into his car and took off like his ass was on fire.”

“Which direction?”I snap, grabbing my cut from the hook near the office and shrugging it on with shaking hands.

“Out toward the edge of town, towards the old trailer,” Blade says, handing me my helmet.“Hayden called it in right away.Bella’s already trying to pull street cam footage, Snake’s on his laptop right now.”

I’m barely listening.My vision’s tunneled, red creeping in at the edges as I shove my helmet on and head for my bike like the devil’s on my heels.

That motherfucker laid hands on her again.He took her.

She trusted me.She let me take her in, gave me pieces of herself I know no one else has ever seen.And I didn’t protect her.I wasn’t there.I let her go to town alone.

“She said it was fast,” Prez says as we all mount up, his voice tight and deadly.“Didn’t see what direction after that.We’re splitting into pairs.Fan out.Check every back road and rundown trailer in a ten-mile radius.He’s hiding her somewhere.”

“What about the trailer they were staying at?”Butcher asks.

“He knows that’s the first place we’d look.I’m sending the prospects to check there anyway, just to cover the bases.”Blade answers, looking over at me.

I nod once, not trusting myself to speak.

Because if I open my mouth now, I might just start screaming.Or swearing.Or promising to kill a man and mean every syllable of it.

I fire up my bike and the engine roars to life like it’s just as pissed off as I am.I peel out behind Prez, dust flying, Blade and the others right on our tail.

All I can think about is Wren’s face the last time I saw her.Smiling, blushing, teasing me about something dumb I said.She was starting to feel safe.Starting to believe she could have something good.

And now?Now she’s in that bastard’s hands again.

But not for long.Because I will find her.

And when I do, there won’t be enough of that piece of shit left to scrape off the pavement.

Chapter 8

Wren

Istop struggling inmy seat when I realize he didn’t turn towards the old trailer where we were living.

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