Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 92397 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92397 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Rage pushed out a breath so hot it could start a fire. “Any of ‘em tell you where they went?”
“Nope.”
Rage ground his teeth. “You didn’t ask?”
“Ain’t my business.”
Rage roared, “Their business is our fuckin’ business!”
“Then you fuckin’ tell ‘em that!” Chill barked back.
“You’re damn right I’m gonna fuckin’ tell them!”
“Good luck with that shit. What the hell’s goin’ on? Zeke mentioned somethin’ ‘bout Lyric.”
“Yeah. She got snagged and we can’t find the rest.”
“What about Gabi?” Chill asked.
Rage glanced at the time. It was too early for her to be at Heaven’s Angels. He’d have to call her. “Gonna try her next. Get your ass here.”
“Got nobody to watch the pawn shop.”
“Then shut it the fuck down,” he bit off before stabbing the End Call button. He immediately tried Gabi’s number and her phone went to voicemail, too.
Rage shot off a text to Pugsy next and told him to let him know if, or when, Gabi showed up.
This whole clusterfuck could be some sort of coordinated attack.
He sure as fuck hoped it wasn’t caused by him taking out those four Souls. He didn’t think he left a way for it to be tied back to him.
Unless he fucked up somehow.
He couldn’t worry about that shit at this point. He needed to figure out what happened to all the club sisters. The women he was responsible for, for fuck’s sake!
“So, we can’t get a holda any of the goddamn women. What if those motherfuckers took them all?”
“That would be so fucked,” Zeke groaned.
No shit. “If they did, they deserve any shit they get from them. The fuck if I’d wanna have to deal with a shitload of pissed off crazy bitches.” Rage hoped at least one of them permanently relocated their kidnappers’ balls up into their body cavity.
“Christ,” Chaos groaned. “Vi, Indie, and Lexi alone would slice them open from dick to lips and throw their balls in a blender.”
A nut smoothie would work, too. “While we got proof someone took Lyric, don’t know about the rest. Only know they ain’t answerin’ their phones or texts and they always got those goddamn things glued to their palms.” The urge to fucking punch something was clawing at his insides. “And when the fuck can’t we get a holda Vi?”
Never. The answer was never. He’d never known Vi not to answer or at least return a call or text quickly.
Ice skittered down Rage’s spine, but it did nothing to cool the lava bubbling in his gut. He wasn’t going to be able to look in the mirror every fucking morning if something happened to any of them on his watch.
And it was his watch.
He glanced over to where Zeke was standing off to the side with his cell phone to his ear again.
“Need to start lookin’ for my goddamn sister.” Nix prowled back and forth in front of the long bar. “If we can’t get a holda Vi, we need to get the resta the Shadows on it.”
“They’re on their way,” Rage told him.
Wheels and Cruz came rushing through the back door to join the huddle at the same time his anger boiled over.
“Don’t matter if it’s the Souls or the motherfuckin’ Russos. Gonna burn it all fuckin’ down!” Rage yelled. “What the Mafia did to the Demons gonna look like fuckin’ child’s play.”
“Just don’t get how they could fuckin’ do that and none of us see it…” Gage muttered as he joined them.
“Magic. It proves they’re witches.”
“Shut up, idiot,” Nix growled at Wheels.
Rage asked Gage, “You hear from Adrianna?”
“Why the fuck would I hear from her?”
“‘Cause she’s your goddamn sister!” Rage answered, then shouted, “Does nobody keep track of your fuckin’ sisters or cousins?”
“Ain’t most of ‘em your cousins, too?”
He ignored that question from the peanut gallery.
“They’re adults, Rage. Not fuckin’ toddlers,” Cruz said.
“Tried to get a holda my sister, but she ain’t answerin’, either,” Trick said about Avery.
“They all need those location tags,” Wheels suggested. “You know, like the ones people put on luggage or whatever.”
“Fuck that. They can toss those tags or put them somewhere on purpose to throw us off. If we get ‘em back, all are gonna get some kinda tracking app on their phone. They’re never without them.”
“If?” Nix asked.
“When,” Rage corrected.
Gage huffed, “Oh sure. They’re all gonna wanna be fuckin’ tracked. Good luck with that shit.”
Rage was surprised he hadn’t broken any teeth yet with the way he was clenching them. “Ain’t their choice.”
A few of his brothers snorted.
“Should let my dad know,” Nix said next.
Zeke grimaced. “Why don’t we figure out what the fuck’s goin’ on before we get the OGs all worked up and in here ridin’ our asses? Don’t need a buncha walkers and scooters takin’ over the clubhouse and gettin’ in our way.”
Zeke wanted to prove he and the current officers could handle shit without the OGs’ help.