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Allie slapped Hammer, but he didn’t stop her and didn’t flinch. “Fuck you and your club business. You all better fix this and fast,” she said, waving her finger around the three of us.
She barged out of the room, the door practically coming off the hinges at the force. Once it closed, Hammer shouted, “Show’s over!”
There were two bunnies and a few members watching from the bar, but the bunnies had pretended to be invisible the whole time, turning their backs and looking busy. The members looked on, trying to piece together what was happening.
Hammer patted his cheek. “Firey temper on that one. Now what the fuck is going on?”
I filled him in about Ollie’s text and the ladies being MIA.
“Christ. Take Rogers, Leigh,” said Hammer, his voice raised, “and these nosy fuckers over here.” He looked back at me. “Ride over to your place and check it out, report back ASAP.”
The guys at the bar got up and followed us outside. Leigh came from the kitchen area like he’d been back there eavesdropping the whole time.
“I’ll take my truck in case we need it,” I said.
Leigh said, “I’ll take mine, too. More space.” His truck was newer with a back seat and also had a covered bed.
We all assembled in the parking lot, with Rogers and the others mounting their Harleys.
Rogers said, “Eyes peeled, brothers. Let’s ride out.”
Leigh and I hopped into our trucks and we wasted no time starting the engines and peeling out of the parking lot. Theclubhouse was on such a dead stretch of road that we gunned it toward my house, not worried about speeding.
The short drive felt like an eternity. The whole time I kept calling all three of them, hoping for an answer. When I was about to turn down my long driveway, I finally tossed the phone onto the seat and flew down the dirt road to my house.
Speeding in, my tires skidded over the dirt as I slammed on the brakes when I saw something–or rather someone–in the yard, along with Ollie’s bike on its side and Glenda’s car.
I barely put the truck in park before I flew out, rushing to the bloodied body. Before I made it, Leigh had passed me, falling to his knees and grabbing her petite frame. It was Glenda.
“Goddamn.” I still ran over as I pulled my gun out, looking down as her head flopped around and hair stuck to the dried blood on her face. I looked around then yelled, “Linny! Linny!”
Leigh pulled Glenda close, digging his face into her neck. He roared, then his head jerked back. “Holy shit. Glenda. Glenda, baby,” he said as he held her tight. Her body convulsed, shaking wildly.
My eyes roamed around, not seeing Linny and holding onto hope. “Holy shit. Call the doc, get her over there now!” I yelled before I ran up the steps into the open door. I stopped, seeing Ollie face down in a pool of blood.Fuck. His pistol was still in his hand. He’d been with us from the beginning. He was a good one. But I had to hold it together because Glenda was on death’s doorstep outside and I didn’t see my woman anywhere. “Linny!” I yelled.
I ran to each room of the house, but no sign of my woman. Running to the kitchen, I stopped when I saw glass. Looking up, one of the windowpanes had been busted. Looking back, it would have been in line with where Ollie was standing before he fell.
“Linny!” I yelled as I went out the back door. Standing on the back deck, I saw tire marks and some branches on the trail.
Motherfuckers ambushed them. Hiding down the trail. “Linny!” I yelled again. She wasn’t here. Someone took her. But who, and where the fuck did they go?
Rogers met me on the deck. “I got one of them driving Leigh and Glenda to the clinic. I called it in and they’re expecting them. I called Hammer, too. Any idea who did this?”
“I have my suspicions, but how the fuck am I supposed to know for sure?” Rushing back through the house, I went back to Glenda’s car. Sure enough, both of their phones were in the drink holders, so we couldn’t trace that. “Fuck!”
“We need to get someone over here to clean this up and make a plan. Let’s get back to the clubhouse,” Rogers said, gripping my shoulder. “We don’t have anything to go by.”
Holstering my gun, I ran my hands through my hair. “Goddammit!” Ollie was dead, Glenda was close to it, and I didn’t know if Linny was alive at all, where she was, or who had her.
Chapter 39
Brooklyn
After a bumpy ride with my hands tied behind my back, the truck stopped. I wasn’t sure how long we'd been riding because I was in and out. I didn’t think I fell asleep, more like blacked out or went somewhere else. I’d learned to do that before with Marshall. It was my best defense to get through the vile things he did.
When the door rolled open, a pungent smell of oil, urine, and manure hit me in the face, waking me from my trance-like state.
“Yeah, you get used to the smell,” one of the men said. He leaned down, his mask no longer on. He couldn’t have been much older than me but had a wicked grin and scary eyes with deep frown lines. His short brown hair was disheveled from themask. “But I guess it won’t matter too long.” He had “Snake” listed on his patch where the RBMC men had their road names.
