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Jekyll’s muscles tightened, and he balled his fists. He charged inside, forcing the girl to step back. He glanced around the silent room and zoned in on the man seated at the table in the corner. It was the dealer Imogene had been with at the club. Jekyll had no doubt he’d been the one to call her a cunt.

Lou tried to stand and possibly run, but he was no match for Jekyll. He grabbed Lou by the back of the shirt and threw him against the wall, dropping him instantly. He heard the door close and the lock click. Cue was manning the door, not letting anyone leave.

The room shifted into utter chaos. The girl screamed, bolting across the room. Another man who’d been seated on the bed, jumped up and quickly ushered her into the bathroom. It was a cowardly move leaving their friend on his own. But a smart one.

Jekyll bent down, grabbed the man by the throat, and lifted him. Blood was trailing down his lips from his nose. Jekyll leaned in.

“Say it again.” He growled, and Lou immediately shook his head.

“I warned you.”

Jekyll punched him in the gut, and when he fell forward, Jekyll landed an uppercut, sending his head flying back, slamming into the wall. Then he released his hold and watched Lou crumple to the floor.

He scanned the room and locked eyes with Cue who lifted his chin toward the bathroom door. He heard faint sobbing. It was obvious her friends wouldn’t be of any help in finding her.

“Let’s get outta here.”

They walked out and headed to their bikes with only one thought plaguing Jekyll’s mind.

Where the fuck is she?

*

Jekyll rolled his neck and settled into the chair, gripping his glass of whiskey in his fist. It had been a long fucking run. He’d done them for almost two decades and never complained. This one hit differently. Maybe it was his age catching up to him or not being on an extended run in over two years. Since he’d gotten out, he’d only taken jobs that ran three or four days max.

Or maybe it had nothing to do with business and all to do with his stop in Lawry. Jekyll spent the ride back home thinking of her and the motel. He couldn’t wrap his head around it. It didn’t make sense why she’d be staying there. But he’d have to put that in the back of his mind until he got to his house.

Jekyll would’ve preferred going straight to the clubhouse, but they were meeting Ace at Barry’s for a handoff before the next crew of brothers headed out. After striking a new deal with Oz a few years ago, their money and work had increased exponentially. It was a good thing.

He sipped his drink, ignoring the dancer on stage. All he wanted to do was go home, not stare at tits and ass all night. He was actively avoiding all the strippers. It wasn’t a hard feat. One look was enough to send them turning on their heels and his disinterest projected loud and clear. Though some were more aggressive than others and needed a reminder.

“Hey Jekyll.” The blonde laid her hand over his shoulder, her red long nails scratching over his cut. “It’s been a while.” She leaned down, thrusting her tits inches away from his face.

Christine or Krista. He couldn’t remember her name, but he remembered those lips. She gave a memorable blowjob. But that didn’t grant her concessions.

“Did I say you could touch me?” He hardened his stare.

She pulled her hand away but remained close. “How long have you been home?”

He grabbed his glass, waiting for his hard-on to kick in. “Few months.”

“Mmmm,” she purred. “I guess I’ve missed you.”

Surprisingly, Jekyll hadn’t spent much time at the strip club since he’d gotten back. There were enough women at the clubhouse to fulfill his needs, and while she may know how to suck dick, the stripper hadn’t even crossed his mind.

Only one woman had taken up residency in his head. And this is the last place he’d ever see her.

“What do you say?” Her lips curved. “We can go into one of the private rooms, and I’ll give you a welcome home present. On the house.”

It should’ve been tempting. It should’ve been a no-brainer. Jekyll should have been half-way across the room with the stripper in tow by now.

“I’d say fuck no.”

She winced, clearly taken aback. It wasn’t like him to turn down pussy, especially since getting out. But he wasn’t into it. Not with her.

The stripper finally got the hint and walked away. He took a sip of his drink, aware of all the eyes on him.

“Taking a break from pussy?” Oak asked, staring toward the stage at the girl jiggling her ass a few feet away.