Chapter 10 Gage
“Where the fuck is she, Zip?” I growl, standing behind him as he clicks on his keyboard.
He’s inputting information faster than I can comprehend it, using code that doesn’t make sense to me, but certainly does to him. “I said it would take time,” he reminds me.
“This can’t be foolproof. WIT SEC is tight on security, but there must be a way to get in.”
He snorts. “Brother, you don’t have a fucking clue. I’m running multiple programs and trying everything I can think of. It’s called Witness Protection for a reason.”
Very funny. “What if you try facial recognition software? See if you can find her that way?”
I’m fucking desperate, and I can hear it in my voice. It’s been four years since that day Mifflin attacked the club. Four long years since I proved my loyalty to the club and ended the life of the man who tried to destroy us. The only thing I regret is being stabbed and unable to follow Letty.
Zip lifts his head and glares like he’s insulted. “I’m already doing that. Hard to find someone in the whole fucking U.S. when you don’t know where to look,” he grumbles.
“Fuck, man. I’m sorry.” I sigh and push away from his chair. “I’m all fucked up. I just want to find Letty and bring her home.”
“I get it, Blaze.”
“Let me know as soon as you find her. I don’t care what time it is.”
“You and Storm will be the first to know,” he assures me.
I leave Zip to his search and head straight to Storm’s office. Nothing in the clubhouse has changed much since the attack four years ago. There are more photos of members at parties and rallies. The bullet holes have been patched. But we did lose several members.
That sits heavy on Storm’s shoulders from time to time. As the president, it’s his burden. There’s not a brother wearing a patch that blames him. Or me.
We got justice. Mifflin Blade is dead.
Bear and Smoke are in Storm’s office as I knock and enter, taking a seat with the men I respect most in the club.
“You find her yet?” Smoke asks.
I shake my head.
Bear grips my shoulder and squeezes it before dropping his hand. “Zip is good at what he does. He’ll find Letty.”
“I know,” I agree.
Storm sits back in his chair. “It’s been six months. What if she wants to stay in WIT SEC?”
I’ve thought of that. “I’ll convince her it’s a better idea to leave with me.”
Storm smirks. “Yeah. I’d do the same.”
I don’t stay in his office for long. I’m too antsy. Restless. I’ve got energy I can’t get rid of. I know it’s because I can feel Letty out there, and she needs me.
When I step outside, I spot my cousin. Bullseye is sitting on one of the picnic tables, staring out at the trees beyond our fence. He scoots over as I join him, and I light a smoke, taking a hit of nicotine before I tick my chin toward him.
“You good?”
He shrugs. “You know how shit is.”
I do, but I don’t know which shit he’s referring to, since there tends to be a lot going on with the club at any given time. “Wanna give me a little more to go on?”
There’s no humor in his gaze when Bullseye makes eye contact. “Have you heard from Liam or Theo?”
“No.”
“Not since when?”
“The funeral I never attended,” I growl. I didn’t need to see Mifflin get buried. We said our goodbyes already.
“Yeah. That’s what concerns me,” Bullseye admits. “They’ve been quiet for too fucking long.”
“I know.” I puff on my smoke, wondering what my half-brothers are doing. “They’ll want revenge.”
“Exactly, Gage.” He frowns, holding his cigarette in his hand. It’s burning, but he’s so distracted he’s not even inhaling. Ash drops from the end onto the concrete, slipping between the edge of the table and the bench seat where our boots rest. “I don’t like it.”
“Not knowing?” I guess.
“Yeah.”
“That makes two of us.”
Bear exits the clubhouse and spots the two of us. My uncle joins us, pulling out a cigar. He’s always smoked them instead of cigarettes. “Something goin’ on I need to worry about?”
“Not yet,” Bullseye answers, finally lifting his smoke to his lips.
“We’re just wondering when Liam and Theo will try something stupid.”
Bear snorts. “They’ve always been fuck ups.”
“But retaliation,” I start to say.
Bear holds up a hand. “We’re watching them. Storm has had eyes on those two shits since the attack.”
Bullseye tilts his head, and I can see him mulling over Bear’s words. “You hired a P.I., huh?”
“Yep.”
Damn. “You sure they won’t notice a tail?”
Bear shakes his head. “No. Raven is good at her job.”
A female private investigator? “You trust her?”
“I do. She’s the best.” Bear scratches the back of his neck, looking a little awkward. “I used to fuck her mom.”
The cigarette in Bullseye’s mouth drops onto his cut as his lips part in shock. He curses as he flicks it away, hopping up to make sure he isn’t on fire.
Bear’s deep chuckle proves he said that shit on purpose.
I smile, finishing off my smoke and flicking the butt to the ground. “You get around, Bear.”
His grin is too wide. “I do.”
SOMETHING JARS ME AWAKE. I feel a vibration beneath my chest and groan as I roll over, slapping the mattress until my palm finds my phone.
“Yeah?” I answer, fighting the urge to drift back asleep.
I had a rotten night. Dreams of Letty. Unable to find her. It fucks with my head knowing she’s out there and I can’t get to her.
“Wake up, brother. I found your girl.”
And since he’s an asshole, Zip hangs up before I can reply.
My eyes snap open, and I sit up, bouncing up off the bed with a burst of energy. Letty. Zip finally found her.
I laugh as I pull on jeans and my cut, rushing from my room. It’s the middle of the night, but members are still awake. I don’t linger on the couple fucking in the corner, but catch Bullseye’s naked ass as he ruts into one of the club girls.
For fuck’s sake. I don’t want to see that shit.
He’s my goddamn cousin. I shake my head and avert my eyes, rushing to Zip’s office.
Storm gave him a separate space outside his room because he needs a shit ton of room for all his tech.
There are monitors, printers, computers, and things I can’t even name.
“Hey!” I shout as I enter. “Where?”
Zip points to the screen. “On the coast. Check this out.” He clicks a few times, then brings up a video.
All I see is ocean for a minute, and then my grin blows wide as I see Letty. She’s dressed in leggings and a robe. I can tell it’s early in the morning. Beyond the deck where she’s sitting, the ocean laps at the edge of the beach.
She looks beautiful. Her skin is sun-kissed, and her dark hair has highlights from spending so much time outdoors. Her blue eyes look sleepy, but perk up when she sips on a cup of coffee.
My grin disappears when I see some asshole join her.
He sits in the chair opposite her as they talk.
We can’t hear what they’re saying, but she says something he doesn’t like, and he pushes from his chair, goes to her, and pulls her up from her seat.
His hands wrap around hers, and he lowers his head like he wants to kiss her.
Motherfucker!
Does she have a boyfriend? Well, I’ll fix this shit real fast.
Zip chuckles at the look on my face. “I don’t think she likes him. Look.”
I watch as they argue, and it appears he asks her out, only for her to shoot him down. Good. I won’t have to maim or kill anyone today.
“Is there any other video?” I ask, keeping my gaze locked on Letty. My cock swells at the thought of seeing and touching her again.
We only had one night. Just one fucking night together.
“I found several. Why don’t I play them in a loop, and you can watch while I grab more coffee?”
He’s giving me a chance to see all this without an audience. “I appreciate you, brother.”
“Yeah, you fucking owe me,” he agrees.
When he leaves the room, I sit in his chair. There’s over an hour’s worth of videos. Letty at home. At the beach from a distance. On her balcony. Driving in a car with her mother. Letty and Cythia eating dinner on the deck.
And that fucking guy who seems to show up once a week.
Who is he?
When Zip returns, I point to him on the screen. “Can you find out who this fucker is?”
“Already done.” He clicks with his mouse and brings up a file along with a picture. “U.S. Marshal Daniel Brekker. He’s been handling their WIT SEC protection.”
I bet. “He’s there too fucking much,” I growl.
“Yeah, he is from what I’ve seen.” There are a few more clicks, and then my phone vibrates.
I look at the screen. Letty’s alias, her address, phone number, and her mother’s alias. “Damn. You’re good,” I praise Zip.
“That’s why Storm keeps me around.”
“I’ll tell him to give you a raise!” I slap his back and leave the room, fucking happy for the first time in six months.
In truth, four years.
I’ve found her. The wait is finally fucking over.
Since I just got out of bed, I decide to take a quick shower before I get on the road.
I don’t like the delay. It’s been too long since I heard her sweet voice or kissed her pillow-soft lips.
But this is necessary. Since I’ll be fucking her as soon as I can and ensuring she knows she’s still mine, I need to be ready.
My cock is still hard, and I refuse to give myself any relief. I want her touch. Her pretty fucking mouth wrapped around my dick. Her pussy. Nothing else.
Bullseye is outside as I exit the clubhouse, strolling toward my bike. “You found her.”
“Yeah. Zip gave me her info.”
“So fucking happy for you, cuz.”
I’m jittery, I’m so fucking happy. “I’m psyched. Just hoping I don’t have a ton of shit to deal with when I find her.”
“Four fucking years. That’s a hell of a long time, Blaze.”
“As soon as we see each other, it’ll feel like we never got separated.”
“Good luck. You need me, call.”
I hug him with one arm and then head out. I’ve got a long fucking drive ahead.
By the time I reach the coast, the sun is setting, and the ocean looks like diamonds glittering beneath a giant orange globe.
It’s a stunning sight. I find the house Letty and her mom are staying in and whistle.
It’s huge and expensive. Way more than they need, but at least they’re living well after all the shit with Mifflin.
I sit on my bike and pull out my pack of smokes. The urge to pound on the door and force my way in is nearly all-consuming. I drag nicotine into my lungs and watch for any sign of Letty. I’m almost done with my cigarette when I see the garage door open.
It’s Cynthia. She leaves, and I see Letty climb into a different car and drive away. Of course, I fucking follow her.
I’m not sure where she’s going, but it makes sense that she stops at the parking lot of a seafood restaurant. It’s dinner time. I park my bike where I can see through the large glass windows and wait for her to be seated at a table.
I’m not sure why I hesitate. Maybe I just want to know what she’s been doing with her life for the four fucking years we’ve been apart. I need to know who she spends her time with and if she’s dating anyone. If so, it’s over.
Letty sits at a table alone. It’s closer than I expect and if she turns this way, she’ll be able to see me. She doesn’t turn her head. I can tell the restaurant is crowded and noisy. It’s not her usual type of place, but it’s fine.
I growl when I see who joins her. That fucking marshal, Daniel Brekker. He has the fucking audacity to hug her before taking the seat across from her.
Oh, fuck no.
This isn’t happening. I yank out my cell and bring up Letty’s info. Since I entered her contact details before I left the Grid Iron, her number is right here. My lip lifts in a snarl as I type out a text and mash the button to send it to her.
I’m not fucking around. Letty is mine.
I might have to kill or maim someone today after all.