Bred by the MC Prez (Breeding Season 5)

Beth was supposed to orchestrate the meal tonight. She’d been nervous but excited. She wasn’t in the room and not helping in the kitchen. He whirled around and stared directly at his VP. “Find her. Now.” His tone left no room for argument.

As much as he wanted to believe she was somewhere on the clubhouse grounds, there was always that doubt flickering inside him that she’d run away. No matter how much connection he believed they had, her affection could be all an act until she had her escape. He’d bought her and kept her prisoner, so she had every reason to want to run.

Anger, fear, and anxiety fueled the beast in him. And a sense of insecurity he’d never known. He stormed out of the kitchen, looking in every direction. Dog was already gone in search of her.

Dog found him a while later as he searched through all the storage sheds at the perimeter of the main yard. Part of him expected to find a body. If anyone hurt her, he’d fucking kill them.

“Zero saw her this morning leaving the club,” said Dog.

“Where the fuck is he?”

“He said she wandered off. He didn’t say anything because you told everyone not to mess with her.”

She’d left. Willingly. Forge told her not to leave the club grounds, and she’d taken off anyway.

“Where the fuck is he? I want to talk to him.”

Dog pointed to the firepits.

Zero looked five shades whiter than normal. “I didn’t know she wasn’t allowed to leave,” he said before Forge opened his mouth.

Forge grabbed a handful of Zero’s shirt, pulling him close. “If anything fucking happened to her, it’s your ass on the line.” He pushed him away, pacing back and forth. “And you didn’t think to keep a tail on her?”

“Sorry, boss.”

“What did she have with her? I want every detail you remember.”

Zero rubbed behind his neck, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “She didn’t have anything, not even a purse. She was humming and smiling, so I didn’t think anything was up.”

Humming and smiling?

If she was trying to escape, she would have been sneaky, not trying to garner anyone’s attention. His insecurities faded, replaced by a twisted rage when he imagined anything happening to his old lady.

He turned to Dog. “Get Hound and every available body on a bike now. No one rests until she’s found.” Before Dog rushed off, he grabbed the sleeve of his leather jacket. “Make sure everyone’s carrying.”

Dog nodded. “We’ll find her. Anyone who fucks with your woman is a dead man.”

The yard bustled, men running from the club, bikes roaring to life. A couple of shots rang in the air. The distinct energy of his club snapped in the air.

He swung his leg over the side of his Harley, but before he could kick it to life, his phone vibrated in his pocket. Any distraction irritated him at this point, but he quickly took a glance at the screen. He did a double-take when he saw a picture of Beth.

She was gagged, her eyes closed. Her beautiful body slumped in a corner. He checked the sender, certain his heart had stopped beating.

Romy.

The fucking little whore had screwed him over. Did she think he liked to play games?

She was in for a surprise.

Forge wouldn’t be showing her any mercy, and his brothers lived for revenge.

Chapter Seven

They hadn’t raped her.

The fact she was trying to find anything positive was a surprise. She couldn’t see because of the bag over her head. They were all laughing at her, and she hated it. They’d hurt her. Her clothes had stayed on while they each took a turn to poke, punch, or kick her. Blood ran down from her nose and her lip was split. Her entire body ached.

“I mean, come on, gentlemen, don’t you think this bitch is worth anything?” Romy pulled the cover they had put over her head. The men had all laughed at her, saying she was even too ugly to beat up.