Page 41 of Complete Me
The gates finally open, and I hop back on my bike, spinning the tires on the gravel and flying up the road to the clubhouse. Our club president, Chaos, and our VP, Sin, are walking out of the main house as I’m jumping off my bike and heading in their direction.
“Rolo just buzzed us, what’s the goddamn emergency, Rogue? You okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
“Someone broke into Rogue. Destroyed the place. They took someone important. She was living upstairs. Is. She is living upstairs. Fuck!” I yell as I run my hands through my long hair.
“Kinsey?” Sin clarifies, and I nod my head in answer. “Shit, man.”
“Get inside, Rogue,” Chaos demands as he turns on his heels. “Church!”
Sin and I are hot on his tail as other leadership members file in. Chaos pulls open the large wooden doors that lead to our meeting room in the center of our clubhouse. This room is sacred to us. You don’t enter without an invite. It’s where allour important club business is handled. A large, custom-built table sits in the center of the room, the Hell’s Heathen symbol burned into the middle of it—a skull with a slanted crown, a dagger slicing straight through the top and coming out the bottom.
I stay standing and push my hair back, only for the damp strands to fall back into my face. Fuck, I’m goddamn sweating. Sin takes his seat to the right of where Chaos will sit at the head of the table, our sergeant at arms, Malice, sits on the other side, Cash and Wrath take their seats next, the table filling out. Two other members, Rolo and Noose—who steps in as road captain when I’m not around—walk in together, looking around the room, assessing everyone.
Chaos takes a seat and nods at me, but I don’t sit down. I continue to pace, wondering what the hell they’re doing to Kinsey right now. Wondering where she is, what she’s feeling. The fucking terror she’s feeling right now. If they hurt her in any way . . . fuck. I can’t let this be her fate. If I can save her, if I can get to her in time, I’ll spend the rest of my life making sure she’s safe, that she never spends another moment being scared again.
“Sit the fuck down, Rogue. Don’t make me say it again.”
Relenting, I yank out a chair harder than I should and force myself to comply, even if every fiber of my being is telling me to get back on my bike and not stop until she’s safe in my arms.
“What happened? And don’t leave anything out.”
After forcing a steadying breath, I give them everything I have.
“Around 10 p.m., the secondary alarm was tripped at Rogue. I have someone renting the space above the shop, and I immediately called her as I grabbed my gun and headed into town. She didn’t answer. When I got there, the lock on the back door had been busted, the interior of my shop was destroyedand there was . . . fuck.” I pause for a moment, running my hand through my beard and letting my eyes fall closed. “There was a good amount of blood pooled by the back door and some more in the center of the room.” I crack my neck from side to side, flexing my fingers, itching to get out there and get her back. “Her shirt was pinned to the wall by the door with this note,” I grind those words out through clenched teeth as I drop the crumbled piece of paper onto the table. Sin grabs it first, opening it up and scanning the contents before handing it to Chaos.
“Rogue, I know you don’t want to hear this, but if there was as much blood as you’re saying, there’s a chance?—”
He doesn’t get to finish his sentence. I stand, the chair I was occupying flipping back behind me, my fists slamming down on the table. “Don’t! Don’t you fucking say it!”
Chaos’s eyes narrow at me as Sin whistles, insinuating that I just crossed a huge line. But I don’t give a shit. She is not gone, and I’m going to get her back.
“Out! Everyone out!” Chaos says, his voice eerily calm and collected. Members stand, pushing in their chairs and leaving the room. When the last person is gone and the doors fall closed, leaving the room to just me and my president, I take a deep breath, prepared to do whatever is needed to get her back, even if that means fighting him on it. I’ll take him head-on if I have to, but I’ll die before I abandon Kinsey.
Camden runs a tight ship here, but he’s the most level-headed, confident, secure one out of all of us. His ability to keep his cool while everything around him burns to the ground is what makes him the perfect man for this job. So when I meet his face, I’m not expecting to be met with anger in return for disrespecting him in front of our committee. He may not take any shit as Chaos, but Camden will let some things slide when he knows they’re warranted.
“Is she yours?”
Fuck, is she? She can’t be. Kinsey doesn’t belong to anyone. Her brothers have made sure of that. But, hell, I want her to be mine, even though I shouldn’t.
“She’s someone important,” I settle on.
“To who?”
“Me. She’s the sister of someone close to me.”
“But is sheyours, Reid?”
“If you’re asking if I’m gonna make her my old lady,Camden,then no. I can’t. I won’t. But I have to save her. If we had been faster, maybe we could have . . . maybe we could have saved Lena and Lucas.”
“We can’t change the past, Reid. We also aren’t prepared for another battle with these motherfuckers so soon after the hits we took during the last one.”
“I’ll go alone then.” I’m fully prepared to do so.
“Lucky for you, we’re brothers and you don’t have to.”
I release a huge sigh of relief. Camden and I share an experience—and loss—that no one should have to go through. I hope like hell between the two of us, we can make sure Sawyer and his brothers never have to feel what Camden and I do.That I don’t have to feel it again.
Camden gives me a nod in understanding; we’re a unified front. Almost as though his personality is split, I watch as his mask is replaced, forcing Camden back down, replacing him with the stony, strong president we have leading us. Chaos pushes the doors open and loudly barks orders to the members waiting for them.
