They just need to trust me.
SIX
Sin
Four hours later
WHEN Faye doesn’t answer her phone, again, I start to panic. She was supposed to be at home at six o’clock, but it’s now seven. I picked up Clover from school with Asher, as I always do when Faye is working at the firm, and Faye always comes straight home so I can head to Rift or the MC. On the off chance she doesn’t, she will always call or text.
A bad feeling settles in my gut. Something is fuckin’ wrong, I just know it. I put the kids in the car and drive to Rake and Bailey’s house. When Rake finds me standing on his front step, Asher on my chest and Clover at my side, he quickly opens the door.
“Everything all right?” he asks, lifting Clover in his arms and giving her a big hug.
“Yeah,” I say in a light tone, but the look in my eyes says something else, and Rake doesn’t miss it. “Just thought Clover could play with Cara while we have a quick chat.”
We walk into their living room, and Clover runs over to Cara, happy to be seeing her friend. Bailey walks into the room, her smile dropping as she looks between us. She walks over to me and takes Asher from my arms, along with his baby bag. Then, she says one word, a word that lets me know that Rake has indeed chosen the perfect woman. “Go.”
Go, just like that, for us to handle our shit, because she has the kids and the home covered.
Now that is a fuckin’ old lady; not even one question asked.
I walk back out front and Rake follows, closing the door behind him. “Faye is missing.”
Three words.
Fuck I love you; those three words, Faye is missing, would incite pain and fear in the strongest of men. From all the men in this club. From every person Faye’s beauty and strength has touched. Especially from me.
The queen is missing, and we need to find her, real fuckin’ quick, before I blow up this whole motherfuckin’ city. I honestly don’t know how to deal with the prospect that someone is hurting her right now. Faye is the love of my life. I’ve never really been a romantic, or one to believe in soul mates and shit, but that woman was made for me. A hundred fuckin’ percent. And without her . . .
Fuck.
I don’t think I’ve ever been so scared in my life, but being terrified isn’t going to help me. I need to get her back, and right now. I need to think. I don’t need anyone to panic. I don’t think I’ll be able to handle it. I can’t even wrap my head around this.
No. Not Faye.
Not my fairy.
“What the fuck do you mean she’s missing?” Rake growls, pulling out his phone and bringing it to his ear. “I’m gonna call everyone; she has to be somewhere.”
“She didn’t come home,” I tell him, goose bumps on my flesh. “I’m going to go to her work now. Can you keep the kids?”
“Of course,” he replies, brow furrowed. “Fuck, Sin. Tell me what to do right now. Maybe she’s fine; her car broke down and her phone died, or some shit.”
I clap him on the shoulder and head to my car.
The thing is, we’re never that lucky.
When I find her car still parked on the street opposite her work, door ajar, that’s when I start to really panic. In the back of my mind, I’d been hoping that maybe there was another reason for her absence. Maybe her car broke down, or she lost her phone, or one of the women needed her for something. When something metal glistening on the floor of the car catches my eye, I bend down and pick it up.
It’s her phone.
Fuck.
Shivers head up my spine. This is not good. Something has definitely happened to her. My fingers tighten around her phone.
Whoever took her is going to pay. Trust me when I say that they haven’t known pain like the pain I’m going to thrust upon them. I’ll have no mercy. And if something happens to Faye—I’ll have no conscience left. She is the good in me. She’s my fuckin’ heart, my soul, and there is no way I’m going to live without her.
I’m going to bring her home.
I call up Rake and tell him to get to the clubhouse. We’re going on lockdown. I want everyone in the same place, just until we know what we’re dealing with. Some of the men can stay to protect the women and kids, and the rest of us will do whatever we can to bring my wife back.
I’m coming for you, babe.
Everyone is in the clubhouse, trying to remain calm. With Faye in danger, the women are all over the fuckin’ place with worry, and a few of them are trying not to cry. I need them to stay calm though, because I don’t want the kids to start freaking out because of the tension in the clubhouse right now.
I’m pacing up and down while the men sit at the table, waiting for me to tell them the plan of action. The thing is, it’s hard for me to keep a level head here. I can’t. I just want her back. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do right now. I’m desperate, and it’s a vulnerable place to be. When I don’t speak, Arrow clears his throat. “Sin, why don’t you sit down? Let us do the planning. We’re going to get her back, brother. Whatever it takes.”
I shake my head, running my hand through my hair. I’m the president. Faye is my wife. I’m going to be calling the shots. They don’t know the thoughts in my head right now, and they don’t need to know.
Did I tell her I love her before she left for work today? I can’t remember. What was the last thing I said to her? I shake my head again and try to concentrate. Faye needs the MC president in me right now, not the devoted, loving husband. She needs the ruthless me, the man who gets shit done.