Page 31 of Property of Anchor
“I’m scared,” I admitted.
Anchor’s hand tightened around mine.
“You’re safe,” he said.“I swear it, doll.Me and the club… we didn’t do this.We’ve got nothing to do with her.”
“Then why aren’t you calling the police?”
His face went cold.“Because we don’t know who we can trust.”
The tunnel descended deep beneath the clubhouse.The air turned cool and musty.And then the smell hit me, something faint, something sour and metallic.
When they laid the woman next to another body, I froze.
There was already someone else here.
I gasped.
“You really think bringing her down here was a good idea?”Piney asked, nodding to me.
“She’s the one who found the body,” Anchor said simply.
“Fucking hell,” Skull muttered.
I didn’t say anything.I just grabbed Anchor’s hand again like it was the only thing tethering me to reality.
Prime leaned over the body, inspecting it.
“Doc on the way?”Anchor asked.
“Lost went to get him,” Prime answered.“He was at the bar.”
“Typical,” Skull mumbled.
“Well, this is interesting,” Prime said after a minute.
“What?”Piney asked.
Prime stood straight, looking at Anchor.“It’s the girlfriend.The one from the news.His girlfriend.”
“Fucking hell,” Anchor muttered.
Prime peeled back the torn fabric of her shirt.“Yup.”
Anchor tensed beside me.“KOAMC?”
Prime nodded grimly.
The carved letters on her stomach.
Kings of Anarchy Motorcycle Club.
“Wait,” I said, everything clicking into place.“That missing guy, the one from the news.Is that him?”I looked at Anchor, pointing to the first body.
He nodded once.
“And that’s… her?”I whispered.“The girlfriend?”
“Yep,” Prime confirmed.
