Chapter 4
KEVLAR
I’m going to fucking kill the motherfucker.
Not only did he kiss her, but he put a fucking leash on her like she’s a damn dog.
We’d gotten to the warehouse Cobra told us about hours ago—all of us.
Viper left only the prospects and Vulture at the clubhouse with his and Cyprus’s ol’ ladies.
We’re still new to the area, and they need to be covered.
Cobra and Big stayed near Viper, Cyprus, and me while the rest spanned out looking around, keeping an eye out for Rosemary.
I noticed her before the others did. Saw her come in behind a man and then pulled into that fucker’s lap. She stayed there the whole time, eyes on the ring. I didn’t look away, I watched her.
Cobra and Big did the same.
When it was her turn, the crowd went wild, and the man stood, took her to the ring, and unlatched the leash from around her neck. None of us spoke as the match went on, and we watched her beat the woman to death.
It was then I saw what this shit was doing to her. With each win she has, a part of her dies away. It’s in her eyes.
It’s all I can do to keep from going to her, taking her out of there, but even I know we’ve got to play this smart.
For a split second, she scanned the crowd, her gaze stopping in our direction. I’d seen the slight headshake. Like she couldn’t allow herself to believe we were here. I told the others I was going to get closer, Cobra and Aries moved with me.
The three of us had moved in close, and I focused on her the whole time she moved with the fucker holding the leash. I saw her eyes, and when she’d looked back in this direction, I met her gaze. I held it and saw the defeat in those blue eyes of hers. She’s losing herself, and it pisses me off.
“We’ve got to get her,” I snarl, turning toward Cobra.
“We will,” he growls, eyes flashing. “Let’s get out of here.”
“Y’all get the others, I’m following behind.” There’s no way that now that she’s been found, I’m letting her out of my sight. I’m getting her away from that man. She’s not going to suffer another minute than she has to.
“They’ll catch up,” Cobra says, sticking with me.
“We go back for the others, we lose the chance to follow whatever car they get in,” Aries mutters, stating the obvious.
Nodding, the three of us move as one toward the exit with just enough time to see Rosemary put in the back of an SUV.
Taking in the model and license plate number, I head for my bike and pull out my phone.
I find the text group chat and send the numbers for Vulture to run them.
Straddling my bike, I shove the phone back in my pocket, ready to follow after her.
The rest of my brothers and Cobra’s men join us.
I look at Viper, seeing the reason he’s got his name and was voted at Prez for our charter.
“Let’s catch that SUV, surround it, and kill ’em all,” he commands.
A sinister feeling rushes through me as I grin, completely down with his plan. I’m definitely down with the plan.
“We need the one who took her,” Cyprus remarks gruffly.
I nod, and together, we head out, following behind the bastard who has Rosemary in the car with him. Visions of maiming the bastard fills my mind, and I look forward to it. I want to know why he took Rosemary and if there’s anyone else involved.
Ten minutes down the road, Viper gives the sign. It’s time to surround and take ’em out.
I hit the throttle and speed past the SUV along with Cyprus, Cobra, and Big.
Getting in front of it, several of my brothers taking either side, the rest at the back, we overtake the damn vehicle and slow to a stop.
I kick the stand down and climb off the back of my bike, eyes moving to the windshield, eyeing the driver. I pull my gun and take aim.
“Get the fuck out,” Viper snarls, yanking the back door open on one side, Big moving toward the other side.
Slowly, the people within the SUV step out, and I set eyes once again on Rosemary. My anger grows when I see that she’s blindfolded.
“I’ve got you, Princess,” Big murmurs, taking the covering from her eyes.
“Daddy?” Rosemary whispers.
Hearing her voice for the first time in months is like music to my ears. Fuck, I love the sound of it.
“You’re making a bad decision,” the guy says far too calmly.
“Don’t think so,” Viper remarks, spitting. “Seems to me we’re taking back what’s ours.”
“Are you sure about that?” The guy chuckles.
“Definitely,” I state, moving closer toward Rosemary.
Only when I’m directly in front of her do I put my gun away, and that’s so I’m able to reach around her neck and pull the collar off.
Finding it’s solid, I drop a hand to my waist and grip the handle of my knife.
Pulling it out, I grab the edge of the collar.
“Hold still, Tigress, I don’t want to accidentally cut you,” I murmur, meeting Rosemary’s eyes briefly. Seeing the dead in them guts me.
This shit’s on us. If we looked harder for her, fuck, if I’d looked, we would have found her sooner. She wouldn’t have that look in her eyes.
Focusing on her neck, I slice through the damn collar and watch it fall to the ground. I don’t take my gaze off Rosemary’s neck as I watch her swallow freely for the first time.
“Come on, Princess, let’s get to my bike,” Big says, curling an arm around her shoulders.
She doesn’t speak a word as she nods, letting her dad guide her away.
I want it to be me that consoles her, but I can’t. I need to be able to rip the motherfucker apart. Find out everything we need to know. Wolf, our enforcer, zip-ties all of the men’s hands. I meet my Prez’s gaze, then Cobra’s.
“What’s the plan here?”
“This was too fuckin’ easy,” Cobra remarks.
I couldn’t agree more.
“Let’s get them to the holding cells, and we’ll get them talking there.” Viper grunts. “Actually, let’s get them there, leave ’em til morning. Let ’em think on their actions and what we’re gonna do to them.”
“Works for me,” I mutter. I want to talk to Rosemary. Find out what happened to her. What she has to say first.
“You know you’re gonna have a fight on your hands with her?”
Cocking a brow, I give Cobra a chin lift, knowing what he’s talking about. “Saw it in her eyes.”
“So, you admit it then?”
Do I?
Yeah, I fucking do. Seeing her again, I know without a doubt I want her again. But this time around, I’m going to be smart about it. She’s not a one-and-done. Rosemary is a hell of a lot more than that. And she’s mine.
Meeting her brother’s gaze, I nod once and grit out two words he wanted me to admit at the clubhouse. “She’s mine.”