The road in front of Henley’s building is lit up with the flashing of police lights. The fear that has been churning in my gut since Jace stopped answering texts is realized. Hammon came after my girl. Screeching to a stop at the barricade they have set up, I leap off my bike. Shoving the plastic piece of shit out of my way, I charge toward the building. “Hey!” a female officer shouts, coming around the front of a car. “You can’t go in there. This is a crime scene.”

Ignoring her, I head inside, my only focus on getting to Henley. The stairwell doors are wide open, a chain dangling from one of the interior handles. “Fuck,” I hiss, spotting the smeared blood on the ground. “Henley!” Fucking frantic, I take the stairs two at a time. “Henley!”

Hitting the top of the stairs, I run up the hall toward her apartment. The door opens, a gurney is pushed out, white sheet covering what I know is a body. Pressing a hand to my chest, I silently demand it to keep beating. The minute it is close enough, I yank it down, blowing out a sigh of relief when I see Hammon lying there, instead of my girl.

“Henley!” I shout, shoving around the piece of shit and the poor bastard pushing. “Jace!”

Inside the apartment, it looks like a goddamn bomb went off. There is glass all over the floor, along with what used to be an end table busted into about a dozen pieces. Blood stains the carpet and some of the tile in the kitchen. “Where the hell is she?” I ask, spotting Dobbs at the far end of the kitchen island.

Looking up from the paperwork in front of him, he shakes his head. “She’s not here.”

“I figured that out when she didn’t come fuckin’ runnin’,” I say, having no time for this shit. “Where is Henley?”

He blows out a breath. “We think Fowler has her. We’re talking to the roommate now.”

“You fuckin’ think?” I hiss through gritted teeth. “How ‘bout you tell me what you actually know.”

“Last I checked I don’t report to you, Trent,” he barks, crossing his arms over his chest. “You’ll remember that if you wanna continue the conversation here, and not at the station in a cell.”

“I think we both know you don’t have the power to put my ass in cuffs, old man. Unless I give it to you.” Meeting him toe to toe, I stare down my nose at him, ready to put this motherfucker on his ass if I have to. “Which I sure as fuck won’t. My priority is Henley. She’s what matters. All that fuckin’ matters. And I’ll kill every single motherfucker who gets in my way of gettin’ her back. That clear enough for you, Sheriff?”

Dobbs nods in understanding. “Guy walking his dog saw your man and Fowler approach a parked car. Said your girl went on into the building. Calls came in about screaming and a gunshot sometime later. When we got here, Hammon was dead and the Kennedy kid wasn’t much better off.”

“Jace is alive?” I ask, thankful for some good news.

“Barely.” Dobbs squeezes the back of his neck. “Looks like your girl put up a hell of a fight. Kid, too. From the looks of it, Fowler was hurt in the struggle.”

“You put an APB out on the piece of shit?” Stone asks, coming up behind me.

“About an hour ago. State Patrol spotted his truck headed out of town. Lost him right before Thurmond Lake.”

“He lives in this building too, right?” Stone says, yanking his cell from his pocket.

I nod. “Down the hall.”

“Looks like he’s been watchin’ her for a while,” Dobbs mutters. “Whole damn place is full of photos and notes on her schedule. Lots of shit about her involvement with the club. Her relationship with you,” he adds, nodding to me.

“And that piece of shit is on your payroll,” I growl, shaking my head. “You gave him a badge and a gun. Protect and fucking serve.”

“You think I’m happy about this shit?” His face turns red, the vein in the side of his neck bulging. “Guess again, shithead. That fucking prick is going to make my life hell. I’ll have investigators crawling up my goddamn ass for weeks over this bullshit.”

“An investigator enema is the least of your fuckin’ worries,” I ground out, ready to adjust his priorities for him real quick.

“Where’s Rebel?” Stone asks, looking around the room. “We need to talk to her. See what she knows.”

“Her bedroom,” Dobbs tells us, jerking his chin toward the hall. “Maybe one of you can convince her to go get checked out. She’s fightin’ Jackson tooth and nail over goin’.”

Not answering him, I head straight for Rebel’s room at the end of the hall. Sitting at the foot of her bed, she picks at the white afghan wrapped around her. The fucker that was with Fowler the night Henley was hurt, stands in front of her, speaking softly. “Let me take you to get checked out, Rebel.”

She sniffles. Wincing, she brings her fingers up, pressing them to her nose. “I’m fine.”

“Reb—”

She looks up, her bloodshot eyes hardening. One side of her jaw is swollen, her nose clearly broken. “He slapped me around a little. Tied me up. I was laying right there, listening, while those bastards attacked my best friend.” Pushing to her feet, she lets the afghan fall to the bed. “I’m here. Fine. Safe. Get your ass out there and find Henley,” she bites out, shoving at his chest.

“Fowler say anything to you?” I ask before the guy can come back with something that will probably get him punched in the face by this chick.

Shaking her head, Rebel looks to me. “Not to me. But I heard Levi fighting with Daniel about money before Henley got home. Daniel was angry because Levi killed the wrong guy. Levi was demanding his cash.” Her eyes fill with tears. “And if Henley really did kill Daniel,” Rebel covers her mouth with her hand.

“Then he won’t hurt her,” I say, knowing where her head is going. “He’ll use her for leverage to get what he wants from me.”

“Colt,” she chokes out, tears falling down her face.

“Get your ass to the hospital,” I tell her, turning for the door.

“Where the fuck are you going?” Dobbs blurts, nearly slamming into me when I charge into the hallway.

Baring my teeth, I shove around him. “To end this.”