He had no intention of leaving the woman he cared about behind while he went back to West Virginia. He had been attempting to see if she had begun to have any deep feelings for him. Instead, it had backfired and she had stormed out on him while he had tried to calm down his aunt.
Sex Piston concerned his aunt because she was familiar with both his ex-wife and Star’s mother. Sex Piston seemed worse with her attitude than both of them together. Stud knew she had no reason for concern; Sex Piston was the exact opposite of the other women. They only were concerned about themselves while Sex Piston gave everything to everyone else; sacrificing her own wants and needs.
“You going to put up with that shit?” Bear remarked by his side as Jace walked up to Sex Piston’s table to ask her to dance. He watched as she got to her feet, leaving her friends at their table as she seductively glided to the dance floor on those high heels that she managed to walk on, defying gravity.
She was dressed to draw every man’s eyes to her body in a black dress. It had black netting around her shoulders, a patch of black leather just wide enough to cover her breasts, and another patch of black netting circled her flat stomach before a second circle of black leather covered her from her hips downward to the top of her thighs.
Stud swallowed a long drink of beer, his cock hardening behind his jeans. Moving uncomfortably, he sat the beer slowly back down on the bar when he really wanted to smash it against Jace’s smug face as his hand went to Sex Piston’s hip, pulling her close.
The security guards’ radios went off simultaneously. Stud looked across the bar at them as their radios blared a warning signal. Both men stood up, leaving in a hurry. Stud wondered what could have lit a fire under their asses to have both of them running out of the clubhouse. The TV above the bar gave a warning as the thought crossed his mind.
Stud read the warning; an Amber Alert had been issued. A toddler had been kidnapped from a local home. Stud read the description. The child was thought to be in the custody of her mother.
His cell phone distracted him from reading the rest of the alert message. Answering it, he heard his aunt screaming hysterically into the phone.
“Slow down; I can’t understand you…” Stud listened to Aunt Katy describe Star’s mother coming by for a visit. Katy could tell she was high as a kite and refused to let her hold Star. Candi had attacked her, knocking her down to the floor. She had grabbed Star and took off. Stud heard Meri and Keri screaming and crying in the background.
“I’ll find her, Katy. Calm the girls down. I swear I’ll find her.” Stud hung up from his aunt, his hand clutching the bar in both terror for his daughter and fury at Candi for endangering Star by driving with the baby when she was stoned.
Stud turned to Bear, realizing the Club had gone quiet, listening to his conversation. All knew that something terrible had happened, if not the exact details.
“What’s up?” Bear asked as his brothers listened unashamedly.
“Candi took Star.” Stud gathered his thoughts so that he could make a plan. He opened his mouth, directing his brothers, taking command while holding his fear for his daughter at bay.
“Pike, take Jace. Go to Candi’s place and call me as soon as you get there. Rock and Blade, separate and hit every dealer; see if they know of any place she would hide. Dozer, go to the bridge crossing over to Treepoint, keep an eye out for her car. The rest of us are going to split up and hit the other way out of town.”
The brothers filed out of the clubhouse. Stud went out the door, hearing Sex Piston call his name, but he kept going. He had to find his daughter then he would deal with Sex Piston.
He came to a stop when he got outside. The brothers were also stopped in their tracks, looking at the woman walking unsteadily across the parking lot.
“I was coming to see you, Stud!” Candi called out to him, holding a crying Star.
“Give her to me, Candi. You’re scaring her.” Stud took a step toward her, but stopped suddenly. Candi had started backing up when she saw the large number of members coming out of the club. She was almost up to the edge of the parking lot which had a drop off of about six feet. At the bottom was a small creek that ran behind the club.
Stud had talked to Skulls about getting it fenced off; concerned one of the brothers would drunkenly fall off. Skulls had shrugged and said it wouldn’t be the first time. It was then that Stud knew the extent of what Sex Piston had grown up in. Skulls was a good man and biker, but he was careless where safety was concerned.
“Listen to me, Stud.” She took another step back.
Stud stood still. “I’m listening.”