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Nobody.
Nova was nowhere to be found. Linc climbed up into the SUV and he saw Nova’s cell on the floor of the passenger side. He backed out and turned. Slade and Darrow were right there.
“What is it, brother?” Darrow asked.
“She’s missing,” Linc said.
Saying those two words made it feel like his legs were about to give out.
Slade grabbed for Linc. “Hey, relax…”
“They took her. Fuck. They took her!”
Linc didn’t mean to spit at Slade. He then pushed away and ran toward his motorcycle.
“Shit,” Slade yelled. He took out his phone. “Darrow, you go with him. I’ll catch up.”
“What are you going to do?” Darrow asked.
“I’m going to give Chief Dick a call to come do something about this SUV. Don’t need someone rolling up on it and calling the actual police.”
Darrow nodded and ran to catch up with Linc. Linc was already on his motorcycle. Engine roaring. Turning and going back the way he came. Back to the clubhouse. Linc needed his outlaw brothers.
Of all the bad shit that could happen in life… in this life of law bending, motorcycle riding, violence…
… Nova was the last person ever who should experience the darkest sides of it.
Chapter Thirty-Five
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He’s coming to get me. He’s going to find me. He’s going to kill this fucker. That’s right. He’s going to kill him. With his bare hands too. And I hope I get to watch. Yeah. I want to see it happen. I want to see what Linc does to him.
What do you think Linc will do here? Huh?
Maybe he’ll cut the guy’s hands off first. Since the guy touched me. Grabbed me. Put a greasy smelling hand over my mouth and pinched my nose, telling me he would kill me if I tried to escape. Yeah, that’s a good start.
Cut his fucking hands off, Linc! Then his mouth. Rip his fucking teeth out, Linc! And then his eyes… Gouge his fucking eyes out, Linc!
Nova’s thoughts ran rampant. The more violent they became, the worst she felt. Her hands were tied behind her back and her left ankle tied with some kind of metal chain that was then tied to a pipe that did not move at all.
“I’m going to throw up!” Nova called out.
She leaned forward and felt her stomach give out.
She heaved loudly and out came vomit.
Splattering against the old hardwood floor in the beat-up looking house.
A door opened, followed by a laugh.
“Oh, shit, girl, look at you go,” he said.
Nova looked up at him. She didn’t have a name. He didn’t give one to her. Which was smart. Part of his plan. He walked away and came back with a towel and dropped it on the floor over the vomit.
Then he crouched down. “I ain’t cleaning you up.”
“Then let my hands go so I can,” Nova said. “My ankle is hooked to a fucking pipe. I can’t go anywhere.”
