Biker's Virgin
The man paused as though he were considering it. Then, he shook his head. “I’m sorry, girl,” he said. “It’s my life or yours, and given the choice, I have to save my skin first.”
I closed my
eyes, and a second later, I heard the door close. He was gone, and I knew I was alone once again.
Chapter Thirty-One
Zack
The table slammed against the wall, and I saw a piece of wood splintering off. I felt a tiny moment of satisfaction before it was replaced by frustration once more. Justin and Bones were with me, and they stared at the table like they were mourning a friend.
“What?” I demanded of them.
“Nothing,” Justin said, holding up his hands as though I had turned a gun on him.
“You need to calm down,” Bones said.
“Fuck that,” I spat. “I’ve been calm for two full fucking days… ever since they took her. Now it’s time to panic.”
“We’re still looking,” Bones pointed out.
“And we haven’t been able to find a damn thing,” I said. “Wherever he’s taken her, it’s somewhere off the grid. Which means she’ll have to find a way to let us know where she is… otherwise—”
“She could also escape?” Justin said.
“On her own?” Bones said, looking at Justin as though he were crazy.
“Why the fuck not?” Justin asked. “She’s a strong fighter, and she’s smart. You’re both underestimating her. Trust me, I did too, if you recall, and she broke my nose for it.”
“This is different,” I said angrily. “Walter Black is not a boy with mediocre skill.”
Justin bristled at that. “I’m not a fucking boy… and my skill is not mediocre.”
Bones put a hand on Justin’s shoulder as though to get him to stand down. He turned to me with sympathetic eyes. “We’re all worried, Zack,” he said. “We all care about Mila, too.”
I knew this was true, but it still didn’t feel the same. It felt like losing Mila had turned my world upside down. Knowing she was no longer with us was one thing. Knowing she was in the hands of an enemy was a completely different thing altogether. I was starting to grow desperate in the face of the knowledge that I was powerless in this situation.
“Zack—”
“Fuck!” I yelled. “The man’s a fucking psychopath. He could be doing anything to her right now. She could be dead for all we know.”
“She’s not dead,” Bones said confidently.
“How do you know that?”
“Because if she were dead, then we would know about it,” Bones said. “This guy… Godwin’s second… he’s trying to prove a point. He’s trying to claim he’s stronger than the Angels so that when he takes power, he’ll be unstoppable. He’s challenging you, which means that anything he does to Mila… you’ll find out about it.”
“So what you’re saying is that I have no choice but to sit and wait for her body to come back?” I demanded. “Is that his fucking challenge?”
“I’m guessing here,” Bones said quickly. “But it’s not like we’re not doing anything about this. We’re out there actively searching for her.”
I turned on Bones and looked him in the eye. “We searched for this fucker for months while Mila was with us,” I reminded him. “Months, and we found nothing; no one tipped us off… we didn’t even know who he was for the longest time. One thing I know for sure about this guy is that he’s good at hiding. What makes you think that we can find him and Mila if he doesn’t want to be found?”
That stumped Bones, and his open mouth fell slack in the next moment.
“Exactly,” I nodded. “So excuse me for being worried.”
I clenched my hands into fists and then resolve started to form inside me and I knew I had to do something that was unprecedented in MC history…. at least in our MC history. But since Mila’s life hung in the balance, I was willing to do anything—and I meant anything—to get her out of this mess. I had sworn to protect her, and I had failed miserably. I needed to right that wrong, and I needed to do everything in my power to do so.