Anger.

Rage.

Horror.

I stare at the picture in front of me, of the man that claims he’s Amalie’s boyfriend, a man that claims she caused an accident and ruined his life. A man that is stuck at home, crippled and broken, while she’s out blending with bikers and going on tour. A good three quarters of my body is rebelling against the idea, there is just no way she could be so cold. No way.

I couldn’t have read her that wrong.

She’s so fucking sweet, so fucking pure, how in the hell is it possible that all this time she has been running around behind her boyfriend’s back, leaving him in a carer’s hands while she carries on with her life? It doesn’t seem right, but if it isn’t, then why the fuck didn’t she just say that to me? Why, when I looked her in the eyes, and asked her if it was real, did she not simply say no?

Fucking no.

That’s all she had to say, but she didn’t.

She didn’t because it’s true.

It’s fucking true.

I put my fucking soul into her, only to find out that she’s a god damned liar.

Fuck.

God dammit.

“Prez,” Maverick says, bursting into my room.

“I’m fuckin’ busy,” I roar. “What the fuck do you want, Maverick?”

He glares at me. “Get it, bro. Believe me when I say I get it. Fuckin’ hurts, like a hot knife to the guts, but I wouldn’t interrupt you if I didn’t think it was important.”

“What is it?” I grate out through clenched teeth.

“Charlie’s gone missin’.”

“What do you mean she’s gone missin’? How can she go missin’? She’s probably looking further into the business for us and hasn’t been seen.”

“She hasn’t been seen for two days, since she was last here. She went back in, we had eyes on her, and then she disappeared. Nobody has seen her come or go to her unit, nothin’. She’s gone.”

“So she did a fuckin’ runner?” I growl, the blood coursing through my veins are making my head feel like it’s going to explode. “I told you that bitch was no good.”

“I don’t think she’s done a runner,” Koda says, walking into the room, clearly having overheard our conversation. “Mason said there were people sniffin’ around her apartment, a bunch of men went in, came out with some shit. Lookin’ for somethin’. Probably evidence of us. If I’m correct, and fuck, I usually am, I’d say our man has got her.”

God. Fuckin’. Dammit. “Trey?”

Maverick and Koda both nod.

“Yeah, Trey. She’s been askin’ questions, obviously the wrong kinds and it must have gotten back to him. He figured it out, and he took her, fuck knows what he’s doin’ to her, but I imagine he’ll send her back as a message to us,” Koda growls. “Probably beaten to a fuckin’ pulp, or worse.”

“We gotta find this fucker, can’t wait any longer,” Maverick growls. “It’s gettin’ dangerous. He’s goin’ to strike and take us all down if we don’t do somethin’ soon.”

“What the fuck do you want me to do?” I roar, slamming my fists down on the bench. “Tryin’ to find the piece of shit and having no luck. You wanted to put eyes and ears on the ground, and he figured it out. Can’t fuckin’ take down someone I can’t find.”

“One good thing we know out of this,” Koda says, eyes icy, “he’s close, he’s just doin’ a good job at hidin’.”

“He can continue to hide,” I growl, standing and shoving my chair back. “But I’m done fuckin’ hidin’. I’m goin’ to go in, guns blazin’, until that piece of shit comes out. From now on, we go bold, we make a scene, and we let him know we mean business.”

“How do you want to do that?” Maverick grins.

“Bring me some fuckin’ junkies, I’ll kill every one of them until I get a name, a location, or a dealer that works close to him. I’m done playin’ nice.”

“He’s back,” Koda smirks. “’Bout time, Prez.”

“Get me some men. I need to make somethin’ bleed.”

Both men turn and leave the room.

I take hold of my desk, and I launch it across the room so hard it slams into the wall. I let out an angry bellow.

Fuck this.

Fuck Treyton.

Fuck Amalie.

Fuck it all.

I’m done playing nice.

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