Today started out so fucking promising, too.
A toe-curling blowjob.
Mind blowing sex.
Plans to propose to my girl and start the rest of our lives bound together.
If anything or anyone gets in the way of that, I swear to god there will be hell to pay.
CHAPTERSEVENTEEN
ZAK
“Last time anyonesaw her was about twenty minutes after she texted you,” Jackal says as he paces by Theo’s Jeep. “Grabbed a coffee then went into the pet store and bought a few things. She was in good spirits, excited, kept going on and on about the surprise she had for her boyfriend. Nothing suspicious or out of the norm.”
Until she went to leave.
I come up from the back seat with a frustrated grunt, anger and worry boiling in my veins.
When I walked around to the parking lot, ready to rip into Theo with the lecture I’d been preparing since I found out she wasn’t where she was supposed to be, but instead saw something straight from my nightmares, I went right into pissed off, scared as fuck boyfriend mode.
Her Jeep was idling in the spot, driver and back doors open, bags from the pet store, Theo’s purse and phone on the ground by the coffee she dropped as well. There was a little bit of blood on the frame between the doors, a little more on the back window. More evidence of a struggle on the backseat, the ridiculous amount of shit Theo drives around with tossed, her tire iron on the floorboard with some blood and hair on it. The hair was too dark to be Theo’s, so I know my girl fought back, and while I’m almost positive I know who took her, I still haven’t been able to confirm it.
I climb into the driver’s side and immediately know Theo wasn’t the last one to sit in it. It’s pushed too far back for her five-foot-three body and while Pork Chop and Brick load all of Blondie’s stuff into the back, I start searching.
Buzzcut would have left me something, anything to make sure I knew it was him. He’s too smug, too cocky to have just taken my girl without some way to brag about it and after all the shit that’s gone down thanks to him, I know I’m going to find something.
“Spider is trying to get a location on the Cobras’ clubhouse,” Jackal says from the passenger side as he looks through the glovebox. “They’re just outside of Sabine Woods, closer to Rolling Meadows but not far. He’s talking to Little John to see if he overheard anything before they were banned.”
I nod, tear through the center console, then feel around under and between the seats.
“If we go in just the four of us...” My best friend looks at me with a flicker of concern. “Their numbers are pretty decent and even though I’m confident in our abilities—“
“Make the call.” I reach up and flip the visor down, a single sheet of paper fluttering into my lap.
Freak - Thanksfor the Christmas present. Been wanting your old lady bad since she shot me in the foot and low and behold, you served her up on a silver platter with a pretty little bow. Gonna make her pay for what she did to me and my sister, maybe take a few rides on the train before I keep her for myself. Happy Holidays, you deformed fuck.
I throwthe seat back the rest of the way then turn the key in the ignition. “Get in.”
“Where we going?” Jackal does as I say, slams the door and puts the window down so Brick and Chop can hear. “You got something?”
I toss the note in his lap. “Rail yard.”
He frowns as he reads. “That’s... that’s not what he’s talking—“
“I know that’s not what he’s fucking talking about but the first time I overheard him and his crony talking, they said something about boxcars, taking Theo there instead of the clubhouse, and he made another comment before she shot him. I didn’t think anything of it until now because I was more concerned about my girl, but his train reference made me remember.”
“So, you think this is unsanctioned?”
I nod and throw the Jeep in reverse as Brick and Chop get into Jackal’s SUV. “The hailstorm was sanctioned, planting Lola was, but I doubt Lucifer knows about this shit. Buzzcut is still a prospect and while I know they kidnap women all the time, this was too messy for something their president would have passed down.”
“Right. He wouldn’t have wanted any trace left, wouldn’t have had his men take someone in broad daylight, woulda put someone more experienced on it if this was a direct order.”
“Exactly. This is a personal shot against me. Personal for cock-blocking him twice, for shooting him just as many times, and for my old lady exposing and embarrassing his sister. This ain’t club business, it’s a vendetta that little shit has againstmeand I’m going to rip him apart with my bare fucking hands for it.” I white-knuckle the steering wheel as we tear down the road. “Call Prez and have him get in touch with Lucifer. We may be at war with the fuckers, but his boys are going off script and since it could jeopardize his business if it gets out, I’m sure he’ll want to know.”
And if he doesn’t, he’ll find out when I drop a couple of lifeless bodies at his front door.
Maybe that’ll be enough of a message for that Cobra motherfucker to quit fucking with the Kings and their family.
