Page 39 of Down & Dirty: Rage

That didn’t make any damn sense. How could the company credit card be stolen from the strip club, then used to rent the kidnappers’ van?

“Gonna check on this and get back to you,” he told the lady at the bank and hung up.

He ground his teeth. It took everything in his power not to hurl that phone across the common area in Church.

“That van was rented using Heaven’s Angels’ company card,” he informed them all.

A flurry of curses moved through the large room.

Zeke frowned. “How’d they get a holda that?”

“Maybe Gabi had it on her when they kidnapped her,” Trick suggested.

“That means they kidnapped her first, rented a fuckin’ van, then kidnapped the rest?” Zeke asked. “If so, that’s kinda fucked.”

Fucked for sure since Gabi dealt with PTSD. If she was kidnapped, it would fuck with her head. It would take her back to the past that the Blood Fury MC rescued her from.

And that shit pissed him off even more. Crash and Liz had adopted her all those years ago to get her away from that so she could heal.

Rage scrubbed at his forehead as he tried to work out the sequence of events Zeke suggested in his head. None of that shit made any sense because… “That credit card’s usually locked in my goddamn safe in the office.”

“Can she get into the safe?” Zeke asked next.

Before he could answer, Reaper asked, “You know those three masked individuals were women, right?” He hadn’t even looked up from scouring the security footage, looking for every clue possible.

Say fucking what?

“You didn’t see they had tits?” Reaper pointed at the screen. “And smaller frames? I’m now positive that none of these are men. And none of the occupants of the van have their heads covered. Why cover Lyric’s head, but not the rest of the women?”

Good fucking question. And why was he only bringing this shit up now and not four fucking hours ago?

Goddamn it.

Nix asked, “Think it’s someone playin’ a joke on us?”

“Think it was the OGs? Testin’ us or somethin’?” came from Chaos.

“Wouldn’t put it past them,” Zeke muttered.

“That would be fucked.” Rage immediately steppedaway from the crowded private bar and called his father. “You guys fuckin’ with us?”

“What the fuck you talkin’ ‘bout?” Hawk asked.

“Are the OGs testin’ us?”

“Still got no fuckin’ clue what you’re talkin’ ‘bout, son.”

“With the women.”

“What ‘bout ‘em?”

“They’re missin’.”

“The women are missin’?” Hawk repeated slowly. “Mine’s in the other fuckin’ room and you ain’t got one. Which women you talkin’ ‘bout?”

“Lyric, Gabi, and the rest.”

“What d’you mean, the rest?”