Page 61 of Talon

“Now we go back to the clubhouse. At least there we’ve got strength in numbers and lots of eyes to watch out for us.”

“Okay.” Her shoulders slump and she hangs her head.

“Babe, don’t do that. Don’t get discouraged. We’ll figure this out.”

I sit on the edge of the bed and hold her close while my jaw twitches. Rage builds within me. When I get my hands on the fucker tormenting her, I’m going to kill him. No one deserves to be put through something like this, especially not someone as selfless as Jessica. I’m going to protect her, even if it takes every damn resource we’ve got. By the time I’m through with him, he’s going to wish he’d never laid eyes on her.

“Pack your stuff. We’re going home.”

“Okay,” she whispers.

***

The rumble of my motorcycle echoes on the pavement as I pull into the clubhouse with Jessica clinging to me. The tension in her grip is palpable, and I know she’s frustrated by her situation. All she wants is answers, and I’m determined to give them to her.

“Let’s get you settled,” I say, guiding her off the bike and toward the clubhouse. As we walk down the hallway, I can feel her anxiety growing with each step.“I know you didn’t get enough sleep last night. Try to take a nap. I’m going to talk to the guys about what happened.”

“I don’t want to just sit around, waiting for this guy to strike again. I’m sick of this.”

“Believe me, I’m done with this shit, too.” I gently squeeze her shoulder.“I’m going to figure this out. I promise.”

With a nod, she gives me a small smile. I leave her and Loki alone in the room and head toward the room where we hold Church. I called Scar earlier and brought him up to speed on what happened at the cabin. He’s just as angry as I am. Nobody fucks with us without paying a deadly price.

“Meeting time, boys!” Scar’s voice booms through the clubhouse.

I head into the room, joining the other men of the MC. Scar, Reaper, Nitro, and Matrix are all present, their faces hardened with determination. Scar must have explained the situation.

“Okay, so what do we have on the black truck?” Scar asks, looking at Matrix expectantly.

“It took some digging, but I found the registration,” Matrix says, projecting the registration form onto the screen on the wall.“It belongs to a guy named Leonard Knight.”

“Leonard Knight?” I try to connect him to Jessica, but no one by that name comes to mind. At least we’ve got a name now.

“Who is he?” Scar asks, leaning forward in his chair.

“Still working on that. Give me some time and I’ll find out everything there is to know about him,” Matrix promises.

“We don’t have time to fuck around,” I snap.

“Talon, we need to be cautious with this one,” Scar says, his gaze meeting mine.“We don’t know what we’re dealing with yet.”

“I’m tired of sitting around. This guy’s always able to find her, and I want to know why. Also, how the hell is he locating her so easily? And how did we miss that tracker on her car? This Leonard Knight guy could be her stalker.”

“Easy, Talon,” Scar cautions.“Matrix hasn’t been able to dig up much about this guy. Not even a driver’s license. We can’t just go charging in without knowing anything about him.”

“He’s right,” Matrix adds, frustration evident in his tone.“I’ve never seen anything like this before. It’s like the guy doesn’t exist.”

“Fine, but I’m not waiting around any longer. I’m going after him, with or without your support.” I push back from the table and stand.

“Sit your ass down. We have other shit to deal with before you go off half-cocked.” Scar points at my chair until I sit. He looks over at Reaper and Nitro, who have been quietly discussing something.“What’s the situation?”

“We got a call from a young mother with two kids. She’s in trouble and she needs our help. Today’s the only day we can get her and the kids out,” Nitro says.

“Shit,” Scar mutters, rubbing his chin.“You, Reaper, and me will take care of that. Talon and Matrix, go check out Leonard Knight’s place once you have more information. But be careful. We can’t afford any mistakes.”

“Understood,” I nod, eager for the chance to get my hands on that Knight bastard.

“Good. Let’s get to work,” Scar orders, slamming the gavel.

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