“I’m so sorry, Zane. I tried...I attempted to kick one of them and I think I got him, but then he punched me in the face and took her.”
Zane begins walking in circles, pulling at his hair before he lets out an almighty roar. “Fuuuccckkk!”
The whole world starts to close in and panic sets in. I feel lethal, absolutely Jason X lethal. I want to rip my fucking heart out just to stop it from hurting. Physical pain I can take, but this shit? This shit is fucking excruciating. It’s why I turned off my humanity so many years ago. It’s why I never wanted to have someone this close to me. I’d fucking wipe out the entire human race just to have my girl back in my arms again. I’m paralyzed. I can’t even move my legs. They’re mounted to this pavement. I look to Zane, who’s looking at me with an equally ruthless stare.
“We raise hell, brother,” I say calmly.
We’re all sitting around the table in the bar back at the clubhouse, and when I look up at Zane, we share the exact same look. It’s the look of loss mixed with psycho.
“We don’t need a plan. The only plan we need is death,” I state.
Zane looks to me with a deadpan look. He usually has all the brains, he’s smart and likes to do things cleanly.
“Done,” he replies in a deathly shallow tone. Blake sits forward on his elbows.
“Our enemy list has gotten mighty long over the past two years.”
I shake my head and rub my hands over my face. “This is deeper than that. This is Bruce Peyton, and if it is we need to get moving a lot fucking quicker than usual.”
Zane nods his head. “We go on lockdown. Families are to come in, now.”
Everyone stands from their seats and begin making their way out, leaving Zane, Blake, Ollie, Chad, and me in the room. Ollie and Chad have been pulled in a little tighter with us over the past couple years. We are a brotherhood, but there are still ranks.
I exhale, throwing off my cap and pulling at my hair. “Fuck, I can’t help but think this is my entire fucking fault.”
Zane sits forward. “Don’t do that, brother. Don’t you fucking do that? Bring out ‘The Executioner.’ Use that rage one last time.”
“No offense Z, but you’re handling this a lot better than I am.”
Zane sits back in his seat, his eyes look lost and disconnected. “On the outside it might appear that way. But on the inside…I feel like all my organs have been ripped out. I promised her, Ade. I fucking promised her when I got her back the last time that I’d never let anyone ever come near her again. I’ve fucking disappointed her, and if I think too much into that, I will shut down so bad that I will be useless in getting her back. I’m putting all my energy into getting her back. That’s why it may look like I’m handling it better, and that’s why I am president.”
His eyes are glassed over in pain, but I’ve known him long enough to see when he’s hurting more than what he is used to, and this is one of those times. I nod and cock my head backward, leaning into my seat.
I look over to Blake and see him nod his head. “Needs to be done, brother.”
I raise my eyebrows. “Done.”
Pulling my phone out of my pocket, I dial the only man that will ever be able to locate the girls.
“Drago makes the panties drop low. What’s up.”
I shake my head. “Not in the mood. We need your help.”
After explaining the minor details over the phone, we jump on our bikes and ride out to Drago’s office, which is his home. He’s everything you’d expect in a nerd, but he has been working with us since Zane took over. He went to school with us, and we would always beat up the bullies who picked on him. Since then, he always felt like he owed us. He’s a fucking good little dude. We pull up to his long driveway where he lives in a cabin in the middle of the woods. Turning off our bikes and making our way up the front steps, he swings opens his door. And under those glasses, he looks worried. He loves Alaina. Let’s face it everyone loves the bossy bitch.
“I’m so sorry,” he says looking at both Zane and me.
Nodding I make my way into his house, heading straight for his office. Opening the double doors I see nothing has changed since the last time I was here. It’s about the same size as Phoebe’s garage—Phoebe has a fucking garage built for a man, filled with all sorts of cars you could only dream of—all with computers and tech shit still scattered around the room. It looks like I just stepped into a scene from The Matrix. I sit down on one of the seats as everyone else makes their way in.
“Got anything?” I ask him.