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“Vulture, lock the doors behind us. Go check on the free pussy, and then I want you watching the door. Anyone who tries to sneak out, shoot them. No questions. No second chance. If a man wearing a cut steps outside before I do, put a bullet between his eyes.”
Vulture nodded and took off toward the house where the other women were sent.
“By any means necessary?” Warren questioned.
“Abso-fuckin-lutely. They took my wife, my old lady, and my reason for living. There is no way I am letting that slide because he wears my cut. We put them in the cabin and deal with it after we get Franny and Thorn back. As long as Franny has her ring, we can find them. Just because my woman has a tracker doesn’t mean I will not make them pay.”
“Let’s get this done.”
Warren and Tank walked up to the entrance, ready to weed out the rat from their brotherhood by any means necessary. Something was off. They both knew it. Warren felt it before he heard the faint click of a door being opened. He placed a hand over Tank’s and pointed to the side of the building. They stood silently listening. Another barely audible click reached them. Someone was sneaking out the back door. Warren grabbed his phone and sent a quick text for Brooks to head that way. They were going to trap the rat.
With quick, silent steps, they moved to the side of the building. Pressed to the stone, with the hot sun radiating down on them, they waited. Footsteps came closer. Warren’s hand shot out when the corner of the clubhouse was the only thing that separated them. He grabbed the traitor and tossed them to the ground.
“Who are you?”
The woman beneath his grasp thrashed wildly, trying to get away.
“Free P,” Warren guessed, ignoring her screams for help.
“Bitch what are you doing here? You were told to stay put.”
Warren hauled her off the ground and pinned her to the side of the clubhouse. “You have two seconds to answer before I end you.”
“I was riding a dick,” Tanya babbled. “He called. Said to be quick about it. A girl has needs, too, but I can be quick.”
Warren held her in place while he sent another text to Brooks telling him they caught her. His grip tightened when the phone in her pocket dinged.
“Why do you have Brooks’ phone?”
His face became deathly cold as he ripped the phone away from her to confirm it was his partner’s. He had no problem ending her if she helped Lucas take Rose. Nothing mattered but getting Petal back. Warren’s control was hanging on by sheer willpower. His willpower to not let his inner demon loose to wreak havoc on anyone who stood between him and his wife was fading quickly.
“Bitch, your life ends either way. If you tell me what I want, I’ll make it quick.”
“I’m. I.. I didn’t.”
“One of the free P’s is missing,” Vulture reported, jogging toward them. “I see you found her,” his voice lowered to a menacing growl.
“The bitch isn’t smart enough to pull it off by herself. A brother behind that door helped. She sucks dick because it’s the only job she can keep. No way she fed the locations of the warehouses. She hasn’t been in the clubhouse since the last one was hit. There was no way she knew Franny and Thorn weren’t in the clubhouse this morning.”
“We could bleed her now and get a name,” Vulture suggested.
“Where is Brooks? Why do you have his phone? Think hard. You lie to me; I will kill you slowly. Make you beg for mercy that will never come.”
“He was sleeping when I left. In the bedroom,” Tanya gulped.
“Take her to the cabin,” Tank instructed Vulture. “Hang her in the cage.”
Vulture wrapped his hand through her hair and made a fist. He jerked her along behind him as he walked away.
“Start in the main room, and I will go in the back and search the bedrooms. Let them think she got away. Stall. See who looks nervous. Brooks and I will seal the doors and join you.”
“Always thinking with his cock,” Tank huffed. “Let’s get this done. I want my old lady home.”
Warren nodded. He slipped silently around the back of the clubhouse. He waited until he heard Tank rip open the front door before he opened the other door. His eyes slowly adjusted to the dim light of the hallway. Warren crept along the hallway, jiggling the handle of each door he passed. Each one was locked. His anger grew to rage. It pumped through his blood, drowning out Tank’s voice demanding to know who saw what and how someone got through the gate unnoticed.
When his hand wound around the doorknob to Rose’s room, it turned easily. Gun at the ready, Warren entered the room. He found Brooks fully dressed and passed out on the bed. He swept the room to ensure he was alone before checking on Brooks. It was a relief to feel the pulse beating under his fingers. The relief was cut short when he found the needle on the bed beside his passed-out partner. Warren called one of the only men he trusted.
“Get in here. Brooks was drugged,” he barked before shoving his phone back into his pocket.
