Page 63 of Marked By Myth

“Camo used to say that and look what happened to him,” I added. “I don’t want to bury any more of my people.”

“What then?”

“We find them, and we burn them to the ground,” I declared.

Ink nodded. “You got it, Prez. I’ll help Frenzy.”

He headed inside, just as Fang appeared at my side. Menace and Destroyer had hopped on their bikes and were heading out.

“They’ve gone to help Cowboy.”

“Good.”

“Tell me what you need, Prez.”

“I need my wife.”

“I know.”

“No, you don’t. You can’t possibly know what this feels like, Fang. You don’t stay with a woman long enough to feel for them the way I feel for her. You close yourself off because you’re scared this is going to happen.”

“Am I wrong? You’re not acting like our Prez right now. You’re acting like a grieving husband.”

“Don’t lecture me.”

“You are our president. Tell us what to do. Give us orders. You fought to be the fearless Myth, the one people talk about with legend. So be that guy so you can get her back.”

He shoved past me and into the clubhouse. He wasn’t wrong. I was acting like a grieving asshole, but I was right about him not opening himself up to be hurt. He had no idea what it took for me to know she’s with my enemy, because of me, because I wouldn’t let her return to London.

If she died…fuck…I don’t know how I’d go on living. I lost her once and that was hard enough, I could keep an eye on her, but if I lost her to my enemy. There wasn’t a damn person in this world who could hold back the fury I would unleash on anyone who got in my way.

“Prez,” I heard Frenzy call from the door behind me. I spun around, and followed him inside, my feet carrying me faster than my brain could process. “You may not want to see this…but I have something.”

“Fucking put it up on the screen.”

I stood over the table, watching as Frenzy connected the screen to the wall. There in 4K, I saw my wife.

Beaten. Bloody. And hung up from chains coming from the ceiling of a cold, dark room. Her tattoo was on display, making the pain of seeing her like this even heavier. I sank into the closest chair, unable to look at the image of her anymore. It was a video link, and she was moving slightly to shift the chains.

“Where is she?” I asked, my voice level and calm, although inside I was screaming.

“I haven’t found that ye—-”

I threw the mug that was sitting on the table across the room. It smashed into a million pieces. No one spoke a word.

“Frenzy…”

“We’re not stopping now. This wasn’t easy to find, which means they didn’t want us to find it right away. We will find her.”

Fang grabbed me by the scruff of the neck and hauled me out of the Chapel. I was about to round on him when I saw how angry he was.

“That fuckin’ kid hasn’t slept for days, Adrian. He’s worked his ass off to find your woman and you throw a goddamn mug at him?”

“I threw it at the wall,” I corrected him, but I knew he was right. I was so pent up with rage, and I had no one around here to take it out on.

“Go for a ride.”

“Did you see her?” I asked him, my voice cracking. My voice didn’t crack. I didn’t cry. I didn’t scream. But it was cracking right now. “They’ve fucked with my wife, they hurt her. You think I should just sit around and do nothing?”