Buzz
I am sitting here in the meeting room with my men, thinking about the woman laying in my bed. These feelings of over protectiveness has me reeling.
“Did you find out anything?” I hear being asked and look around at my men. I have this sense of dread that we are going into a war and it’s going to be bloody.
“She doesn’t remember much. Her boyfriend took her to a warehouse. After that, nothing,” I tell them, Havoc growls.
“Maybe we need to talk to doc to see why she’s not remembering,” Tats comments, I nod. There could be several reasons why.
“Fury, I need you to find out anything you can about Chance Reynolds,” I ground out, and he nods.
“I need a description of him to make sure I find the right guy,” he replies, and I wave my hand, signaling that they can leave.
Why he would just leave her like that has my skin crawling.
How did she end up outside our gates? I exit the meeting room into the hallway and head toward my room.
I quietly open the door to find that she’s passed out again.
Quietly taking a seat in the chair next to my bed, I take in the beautiful woman occupying it.
About 5’3, long purple dreadlocks, round face, lean build with some curves and a nice ass.
My dick gets hard and I groan. Now is not the time to be lusting after a woman.
She needs time to heal from her wounds and her memory loss.
A lot of questions need answered and people need to be held accountable.
“You okay?” She asks, looking to see she had woken up while I was stuck in my head.
“I need a description of Chance,” I say, and she slowly sits up in the bed.
“Brown hair, blue eyes, 6ft,” she replies, and I nod.
“What kind of vehicle does he drive?”
“Blue pickup truck. Older model,” she states, I pull out my phone to text the information to Fury. Hopefully, we find him fast, and we can deal with him quickly.