The man who never loses.
“Tracker, try and get camera footage from her work or any surrounding buildings. You might have to wait until tomorrow for that though,” I say, gritting my teeth. We don’t have time to waste right now. “Unless you have any contacts? Cop buddies? Any resources you have, use them. Take Irish with you. I want everyone in pairs, just in case whoever we’re dealing with has something else up their sleeves. If they want anything from us, they need to be able to contact us. I think we should close down Rift, just in case. Last thing we need is something going wrong there and innocent people getting hurt. Talon and Ranger, make sure the Wild Men aren’t behind this shit in any way.”
They both nod.
“Arrow, get in touch with the Kings of Hell. We don’t have very many enemies, so if it’s not the Wild Men, I’m thinking it has to be the Kings. Who else would fuck with us?” I look to Talon. “We need to figure out who your rat is, and fast.”
Talon nods and pulls out his phone. “I’ll call Slice.”
Dammit, if we found out who that fucker was sooner, this whole thing might have been avoided.
Who else would be that fuckin’ stupid?
Whoever it is, it’s their funeral.
“You want me to pay them a visit?” Arrow asks, an evil glint in his eyes. “I’ll be more than happy to.”
He looks a little too trigger-happy for my liking, so I say, “Rake, stick with Arrow. Keep him out of prison, please.”
Rake nods. “I’ll handle it.”
“Ronan, you and the prospects stay behind and protect the women and children,” I say, cracking my knuckles. “Vinnie, you and I are going to go drive around, see what we find, try to get some information from anyone who would know anything.”
Vinnie nods, looking solemn. Yeah, no one is happy right now. Faye means so much to everyone, and I know they’re all feeling this. But to be honest, all I can think about is myself and what she is to me. I breathe this woman, and without her, my oxygen is going to get cut off. I can already feel my chest getting tighter and tighter as time passes without knowing where she is.
This emotional pain is worse than any physical pain I could experience. It’s bringing me to my fuckin’ knees.
“Let’s bring her home,” I mutter, staring straight ahead, and everyone stands.
“We’ll find her, Sin,” Arrow rumbles, looking determined. “I’m not fuckin’ losing her.”
The thing is—I don’t miss the flash of worry in his eyes. And he has a right to be worried, because we don’t know if Faye is okay. What if they’ve hurt her? What if they don’t plan on giving her back to us alive?
The pain in my chest intensifies, the emotions—the fear—I’ve been trying to hide coming to the surface all at once. Arrow, the man who shows the least emotion, ever, the man who cares the least about anything . . . Fuck . . . He’s telling me he won’t lose her. Losing Faye isn’t an option. My whole world will fuckin’ crumble without her in it.
“Me either,” I say, my voice cracking at the end.
I’m not a man who is weak, ever.
But every man has a weakness, and right now, mine is fuckin’ missing.
My fuckin’ heart is missing.
I don’t know if I can do this anymore. This pain, I can’t go through it again. How can I? A man can only take so much. Faye might be the center of this club, but she’s my whole fuckin’ heart, and I refuse to be in this situation again.
No one can ask that of me.
The men pat me on the shoulder one by one as they pass me on the way out. Reassurance. We’ve got this, they’re telling me. We’re the WDMC, and we don’t do defeat.
We triumph, always.
But until Faye is back in my arms where she belongs, I’m not going to be able to breathe easily.
Vinnie is the last to leave the room. He puts his hand on my back and leads me out the door. “We’re going to find her, Sin.”
“I know,” I say, lifting my chin up.
Eyes on the prize.
I need to keep my head clear. I can’t miss anything. We just have to figure this out. List our enemies, or anyone with a motive, and be smart about it. There’s no point calling the cops; finding a biker president’s wife isn’t going to be first on their priority list. Besides, they aren’t exactly our favorite people. They’d probably make me a suspect, search the clubhouse, and find a reason to arrest all of us. Yes, Faye is a lawyer. But I don’t know. She has been working with the feds. Maybe this has something to do with that? I told her not to fuckin’ do it, but when Faye wants something . . . I’ll look into the case she was working on, just in case.
We have the contacts, we have the manpower, and we have the weapons.
More than anything, we have determination. We have something to lose, and we aren’t going to give up.
We can handle this.
All the women and kids are in the lounge room, watching a movie. I kiss Clover and Asher, who is asleep in Anna’s arms now.
“We’ll be back. Ronan is here with you all,” I tell Anna softly.
She nods, her eyes a little red. She’s been crying. Anna has been here the longest after Faye, and I kind of need her to step up to the plate in Faye’s absence. I know she can do it.
“Keep everyone together,” I tell her, and I don’t mean physically. We need to unite right now, be there for one another.
She nods.