Chapter Thirty-Two
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
THE FIRST THING I noticed when I walked into the clubhouse after hours of us staking out our borders was the silence. A feeling of unease settled in my gut, and I scanned the room, looking for her.
“Where’s Fiona?” I asked, my voice cutting through the silence.
Devil looked up from where he was sitting at the bar, his face grim. “Josie and Barbie said she went outside to get some tomatoes from the garden. He was watching her from the window, only looked away for a few minutes when he heard a crash in the kitchen.”
My heart stopped, a cold chill running down my spine. “She wasn’t supposed to be left alone.”
Josie’s jaw clenched, regret flashing in his eyes. “I had my eyes on her. I only looked away for a few minutes and then when I looked back out, she was gone. I went looking for her right away, but it’s like she vanished.”
“He’s got her,” I snarled, already moving toward the door.
“Horse and some of the others are scouring the woods out back and hitting the highways,” Devil informed me. “I’m working on notifying all our contacts to be on the lookout for them.”
I pushed through the door, my eyes scanning the lot, the shadows, the trees lining the property, and ran toward the wooded area, joining the others searching. I called out her name. My voice seemed even louder in the silence. Nothing. No answer. No sign of her.
Panic clawed at my chest, my mind racing with a thousand horrible scenarios. I couldn’t let myself think the worst, couldn’t let myself believe that she was gone. But every second that ticked by without a sign of her felt like a nail in the coffin.
I searched every inch of the surrounding forest, every dark corner, every shadowed space, but there was no trace of her. It was like she’d vanished into thin air, and the realization of just how real this was and James... fuck, he had her.
I sprinted back into the clubhouse, shoving past anyone in my way until I found Devil. “He had to have someone on the inside,” I said, my voice raw, barely controlled. “We had the clubhouse and grounds secured.”
Devil’s eyes narrowed, his face hardening as he processed my words. “I thought the same, and I have Gatsby scouring security cameras.”
“He’s gonna hurt her,” I bit out, the words tasting like acid on my tongue.
Devil nodded, already in motion, his mind working through the next steps. “We’ll find her before he can do that.”
“Check with Gatsby,” he ordered, looking at Chain. “See if he found anything.”
Chain nodded, disappearing down the hall to the surveillance room, while the rest of us regrouped in the common area. The tension was palpable, everyone on edge, Horse was pacing, ready to tear apart the world to find her. Even Brenda was afraid to approach him, instead sat with Amy as she worried, tears in her eyes.
Minutes felt like hours as we waited, every second stretching into an eternity. I couldn’t sit still, couldn’t think straight, knowing that she was out there somewhere in his hands. God only knew what he was doing to her, what he was planning. The thought made my blood hot, my fists itching to murder.
Finally, Chain reappeared, a grim look on his face. “We’ve got somethin’. Fiona was out back when she heard somethin’ and moved into the trees. That’s where we lost her. But the cameras picked up a blue Nissan, parked just out of sight down the road, but the camera at the entrance of our road caught it and it headed south.”
“Did we get plates?” Devil asked, already pulling out his phone.
Chain shook his head. “Too blurry. But it’s somethin’.”
“It’s him,” I said, my voice like steel. “It has to be.”
Devil nodded, dialing a number and putting the phone to his ear. “We need to find out where he took her. We’ll get some eyes on the road. I’ll send the footage to Kickstand up in Pennsylvania and see if he can track that car. Thunder, update our contacts and see if anyone’s seen or heard anything.”
Thunder nodded, already moving, while the rest of us stood there, waiting for orders, waiting for something, anything , to go on. Every minute we wasted was a minute that she was in danger, a minute that he could be hurting her.
“We’re going to find her,” Devil said, his voice calm but deadly serious. “We’re going to find her, and we’re going to end this.”
“I’m gonna twist his neck with my bare hands until it snaps under my fingers,” Horse snarled, still pacing.
I nodded, thinking not if I got to him first, my mind already racing with a hundred different scenarios, a hundred different ways I could kill him. But there was only one outcome that mattered—finding her, bringing her back alive, and making James pay for what he’d done.
I turned to the door, ready to go out and tear the city apart to find her, but Devil’s voice stopped me.
“Bolt.”
I turned, meeting his gaze.
“Keep your head on straight,” he said quietly. “We need you focused. For her . Horse is already too far gone.”
I nodded, the words grounding me, pulling me back from the edge of panic. He was right. I needed to keep it together. For Fiona. For the chance to bring her back safe.
“Oh, my heads on fuckin’ straight,” I said, my voice hard, my resolve unbreakable. “Trust me on that.”
SHE LOOKED SO small, curled up on the floor. Fragile. Breakable. It was almost laughable that she ever thought she could escape me. I leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching her as the minutes dragged by. She was trying to be brave, trying not to let the fear show, but I knew it was there, in her eyes and just beneath the surface, waiting to swallow her whole.
And that fear? That was mine. I owned it, just like I owned her.
“Fiona?” I said, my voice low and deliberate as I stepped forward, the sound of my voice still sounding loud in the small, dimly lit room. “You know you can’t hide inside yourself forever, right?”
She didn’t respond. Didn’t even look up. Good. It was better that way. It meant she understood, at least on some level, that there was no point in fighting. No point in trying to get away. Because she never could.
I crouched down in front of her, close enough to see the way her hands trembled slightly, even as she tried to keep them still. “You really thought you could get away from me, didn’t you?” I murmured, my eyes scanning her face, drinking in the fear she was trying so hard to hide. “Thought you could just run off to those bikers and fuck one living happily ever after.”
Her breath hitched, just the tiniest bit, and I smiled. She was terrified. Perfect.
“You belong to me, Fiona,” I whispered, reaching out to trail my fingers along her jaw, watching as she flinched from the touch. “You always have. And no matter where you go, no matter who you run to, I’ll always find you.”
I let my hand linger on her face for a moment, enjoying the way her body tensed, before pulling back and standing up again. There was something intoxicating about the way fear clung to her, the way it made her vulnerable, weak. It reminded me of the old days, when she used to jump at every shadow, every word that came out of my mouth.
My hand itched to stroke my hardening cock. God, it turned me on so fucking much, but first she needed punished.
“You think those bikers care about you?” I asked, pacing slowly in front of her, leaning down to grip her face in my hands, my eyes penetrating hers. “You think they’re going to save you? They don’t give a damn about you, Fiona. That man, Bolt, used you for a fast fuck, and you just gave it right up, didn’t you?”
“You’re one to talk. How many women have you slept with since we’ve been married?” she bit out, her eyes showing some defiant life.
“I never fucked another woman, sure once in a while I let them suck my cock so I could imagine you watching, and the hurt you would feel seeing it. No, the only pussy my cock craved was yours, Fiona.”
“You’re sick and you won’t get away with this.”
“Those bikers... they’re not going to come for you,” I said, my voice growing colder, sharper. “I covered my tracks and by the time they find this place, it’ll be too late. We’ll be long gone.”
She looked up at me then, her eyes wide and filled with panic. Good. Now we were getting somewhere. The truth of the situation was finally setting in that brain of hers.
I crouched down again, grabbing her chin roughly, forcing her to look me in the eye. “You finally understand they aren’t going to save you?” I hissed. “They don’t have a clue where you are. You’re mine now, Fiona. And there’s nothing you can do about it.”
She tried to pull away, but I tightened my grip, feeling a surge of satisfaction at the way her breath quickened, the way her pulse raced under my fingertips. She was scared. And she should be. I was fucking enraged at all the trouble she’s caused by running away.
“I could make this easy for you,” I said, my voice dropping to a whisper. “I could take you back, and we could go back to the way things were. All you have to do is say the word, and I’ll stop. I’ll take care of you, just like I always did.”
It was a lie. She would be punished no matter what, but I wanted the satisfaction of her giving in to me.
She shook her head, her eyes filled with defiance. But there was something else there, something that told me she wasn’t as sure of herself as she wanted me to believe. She was still petrified. And that fear? That was my weapon. I could use it. I could mold it.
“Or,” I continued, my voice taking on a more sinister edge, “we can do this the hard way. I can make you beg. Because you know I can, Fiona, just like always.”
I let go of her chin, shoving her back slightly, watching as she fell to the floor, scrambling to push herself up. I took a deep breath, pulling out my cock and stroking it, seeing her like this—broken, desperate, on the verge of losing herself to the fear that only I could make her feel. It was just too much of a turn on to not take advantage of. I would jerk off, but fucking her would wait.
“God, you’re beautiful like this,” I said, my husky now as I gave into the pleasurable high. “Cowering at my feet.”
She was silent, her chest rising and falling with each ragged breath. She didn’t need to say anything. I could see it in her eyes—the fear, the disgust, the realization that she was trapped, that she had nowhere to go.
“That’s right,” I said, stepping closer, letting her see what she does to me. “You’re starting to understand now, aren’t you?” She tried to lower her head, but I took my free hand, gripping her chin tight and forcing her to watch. “You watch what you fucking do to me.”
I smiled, feeling the power surge through me as the words sunk in and my cock pulsed under my hand. “It’s just you and me now, Fiona. Just like it was always meant to be.”