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“You’re a fighter though. I can see it in your eyes. You’ve got outlaw blood in you. You’ve got survival blood. Street smarts.”
“What the fuck do you want with me?” Nova asked.
“Relax. It’s all going to work out just fine. Sorry things are delayed right now. I consider myself a capitalist. I believe in basic economic theory. In other words, supply and demand. Get it?”
Nova shook her head. “I have no idea what the fuck you’re talking about.”
He laughed and clapped his hands. “See, you are feisty as hell. I figured you’d piss your pants. You know? But you did throw up.”
“Want to know why I threw up? Because I’m thinking of all things Linc is going to do to you. And you know what? I’m going to tell him what to do. That’s right. You’re going to be chained up. And Linc is going to ask me what to do to you. I’m going to tell him. It’s going to be so fucking painful too. I’ll make sure you stay alive as long as possible!”
Nova yelled, growled, and then vomited again.
He patted her back and sighed.
“I hate vomit,” he said. “I can handle a lot. Piss. Whatever. But vomit just… it bothers me. It’s gross. I was going to have some fun with you. I guess not now. Damn.”
That made Nova shiver. Her stomach wretched once more but nothing came out. She looked up at him again.
“You’re going to pay for this,” Nova said.
“If you say so,” he said. “Just hang tight. Won’t be much longer.”
“Won’t be much longer for what?”
“It’s the same ending no matter what… I’m going to kill you…”
Chapter Thirty-Six
‘shroomed n’ silent
“This is a fucking big deal!” Linc roared at Cyrus.
Cyrus grabbed Linc’s shirt. Linc cocked a fist, ready to punch the President in the face. That wouldn’t have bothered Cyrus though. He knew what love did to a man. Especially to an outlaw. He had seen what happened when the biker world and intense love for a woman mixed together like deadly chemicals.
“We’re going to find her right now, Linc,” Cyrus said. “I swear on my life.”
“They took her,” Linc said. “Those fucking weird guys that had Nick. I know it. They played it cool. They barley fought back at us.”
Cyrus nodded and released his hold on Linc’s shirt. Linc walked over to a safe and punched in the code. The large door opened, revealing an arsenal of weapons. For this operation Linc knew he needed to skip his motorcycle.
He started handing off some serious weaponry to Slade.
“We storm the place,” Linc said. “But we don’t shoot. In case she’s there. Got it?”
“Anything you need, VP,” Slade said. “She’s a tough woman too. I’m sure she’s fighting back.”
“That’s what I worry about,” Linc said.
Cyrus gave his orders to Priest to round up the enforcers and the prospects. Custer and Warren were to stay behind, lock all the doors, and watch the cameras. Muffin walked into the prayer room, took his apron off and tossed it to the table. He replaced it with his leather cut.
That’s when you knew shit was serious.
“That beautiful girl needs to come home to you, Linc,” Muffin said. “I’ve got a three bean chicken chili simmering and it’ll do just fine for a few hours. When I find whoever touched that sweet girl I’m going cook them. I’m going to boil them in water and make a soup. And if someone else was involved, I’m going to make that person drink the soup of their friend.”
The thought of that made Linc’s stomach turn. Everyone knew Muffin was a sick fuck. And when he emerged from the kitchen to ride and be a true outlaw, watch the fuck out.
“We’re going right back to that shitty house?” Fitz asked.
