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I signal to Cy to get the prospects to check on Katrina immediately. He nods, already pulling out his phone. I know Grinder and Boxer are with her. Even Driver and Lucky are there, I need to know someone from my charter is watching over her as well. It’s not that I don’t trust them, they’re her family, members of the Devil’s Riot MC, but I wasn’t close to them like I am my brothers.
“You touch her, and I’ll make sure you die slowly,” I promise, my voice deadly calm.
“Such bravado,” the voice mocks. “But you should know . . . we’ve been watching. We’re always watching. We know aboutthe baby. A child would be such a tragedy to lose. Especially if you lose both mother and child.”
My vision tunnels, red creeping into the edges. “When I find you, I’ll end you.”
“We’ll see about that,” he says, cackling. “Meet me at the old mill outside town. Tomorrow. Midnight. Come alone.”
“Not a chance,” I spit.
“Then your woman loses her studio. And maybe more if you don’t.”
“You son of a bitch.”
“As I said. Tomorrow. Midnight. Alone. Otherwise, your woman will lose everything.”
The line goes dead before I can respond. I slam my fist into the wall once again, rage burning through my veins like liquid fire.
“We need to get back to the clubhouse,” Hammer declares, placing a hand on my shoulder. “We’re going to find out who the hell is behind this.
“Send someone after Carl Riggs,” I snarl. “I want his ass at the clubhouse. I want to find out who the hell he’s working for.”
“I’ll go,” Axe says.
“I’ll join you,” Rogue growls. “This is fucked, and no way are you going alone to some meet.”
“Agreed,” Hammer breaks in. “Axe, Rogue, you two get Riggs back to the clubhouse. Cy, we get back, you dig as fuckin’ deep as you have to. See if you can’t find out who the fuck we’re dealing with. Dagger, we get back, you check in on your woman until Axe and Rogue get back with Riggs. I’ve no doubt he wouldn’t think we’d come for him. This fucker, whoever he is, wants a war, we’ll give it to him.”
I nod, clenching and unclenching my fist, needing something to expel the rage inside me. Never has the anger been as it is now. I want this fucker more than ever now that he’s threatenedboth my woman and child. He’s going to get what’s coming. Tomorrow night, my daggers will meet their target, and I won’t miss.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Katrina
Something was wrong.
Very wrong.
The guys had come back a while ago and have been cooped up in a room together since. Though it was after Dagger came to me, engulfing me in his arms. He kissed me deeply and told me about the damage to the studio. Granted, he didn’t go into detail.
I glance back over to the doors he was behind with his brothers, worrying my bottom lip.
“It takes some getting used to when you’re new and haven’t grown up in the life,” Avery says. Taking a seat on one of the chairs next to the couch I’m curled up on, my knees tucked under me, my body leaning against the armrest.
Thankfully, I was, for the most part, left alone with my thoughts for a while after Dagger joined his brothers. I think everyone needed a few to themselves. The only one I had near me was Drogon, however, I put him in Dagger’s room in his habitat, which he had a prospect set up in there for me.
“What do you mean?” I ask, taking the woman in.
Avery had been so nice to me. All of the women had, except for that one. Avery confided she was a big fan of my music and asked question after question about my music. But she hadn’t been all up in my face about it. Mostly she’d been excited to meet me. After initially meeting me, she seems solemn, thoughtful, and calm.
“This, the waiting. Not knowing what’s going on with your man. It takes time. I didn’t grow up in this life, and I’d been living my life just fine, or I thought I was before Hammer slammed his way into it. The guys are all protective, but when they have a woman that means something to them, they go into superdrive. Don’t take it to heart that he doesn’t talk right away about what’s going on. He will. Just in his time.”
“Something happened,” I whisper.
“Yeah, it did,” she confirms for me. “I don’t know what it is either, but I know my man, he’ll tell me what he wants to share, and I’ll take what he wants to unburden without hesitation.”
I cock my head, taking Avery in so clearly. Some might take her for being a weakling, only she’s not that at all. She’s strong. Just as every last woman here holds a strength within them in some form or another. They each have a story that is meant for them alone.
