Page 37 of Gentleman Wanted
Ruin was here. So he was accounted for. I frowned. “Where are Chelsea and Parker?” My voice was sharp.
Wicked looked around wildly like he was trying to figure out where Chelsea was. “She was right here?”
“I’m here.” Her small voice sounded from the back of the crowd. “I took Cali to go and sit in the car. She was getting some twinges.”
Truth took off into the crowd as his big brother wrapped Chelsea in his arms, pressing a kiss to her hair. “Don’t leave my sight. Stay where I can see you.”
“And Parker?”
My eyes met Ruin’s.
“He’s at the clubhouse.” He blinked rapidly. “Shit, he’s at the clubhouse, and most of us are here.”
At his side, Avery sobbed.
“Then that’s where we need to go.” I sucked in a deep steadying breath. I had to be strong now. For Gem and Bobby. “Because that’s where he is. That’s where Young Blood is. Where he has our family.” I met Ruin’s eyes. “Where he has our kids.”
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The gates to the clubhouse were open and unchained. But it wasn’t that which caught my attention as I slipped from my seriously dented bike.
It was the figure lying prone by Truth’s kneeling form. Truth raised his head, and even in the darkness, I could tell the man at his feet was dead. He didn’t need to shake his head to tell me.
I knew.
Just like I knew Young Blood was in there.
“Who is he?” I glanced down at the ruins of the face. Half of it was gone, nothing but fragments of bone and white tendon mixed in with red meat.
“Nomad.” Wicked spoke from behind me. “I asked him to stay behind.” He shook his head. “He shouldn’t have even been here. He was meant to ride out this morning. Shit.” Another shake of his head. “He had a family. He was a good man.”
“Young did this.” I sounded hollow. But this time, no one argued with me. “Where are Cali and the others?” I couldn’t see any of their cars on the deserted stretch of road.
“I sent them with Truth and a few of the others. He wouldn’t leave Cali. Not with her getting pains. He will keep them safe.”
Yeah, I had no doubt that Truth would. Or he would die trying. And I couldn’t blame him for refusing to leave his heavily pregnant fiancés side.
If I ever got Gem back, I would never let them out of my sight.
Not if, I reminded myself.
When I got them back. When I got Gemma and Bobby back, I would make sure they were with me at all times.
“So, how are we going to do this?” I needed to do something. Anything.
“I don’t know.” Wicked straightened his shoulders as he gazed into the dark compound. It hurt him to say the words. He was our president. The man who was meant to have the plan. “I really don’t fucking know. But somehow we have to get in there and-” he paused. “Young Blood needs to die.”
Now that was a plan I could get behind. Behind me, several people murmured their agreement.
“Yeah, he does-” my words were cut off as Ruin’s phone started to ring. My eyes swivelled to him.
He held up a hand. “It’s him.”
