Storm (Storm MC 1)

“Thank you,” I breathed out.

We ended the call and I waited for him. My mind was racing; crazy thoughts threaded with fear.

And then it hit me.

Fuck.

I needed a drink.

Chapter 22

Jason

Fuck! Scott, Griff and I had arrived at Madison’s work within half an hour of receiving her call, and she was nowhere to be fucking found. The shop was locked and she didn’t answer the door, so Scott had broken the lock. She wasn’t there. And she wasn’t answering her god damn phone.

I raked my fingers through my hair. Where the fuck could she be?

And then Griff voiced what we were all thinking. “Do we think Mandy came back for her?”

“I’ll fucking kill that cunt if she touches Madison!” I roared, and turned to leave the empty shop.

“Brother, I’ll kill her even if she doesn’t,” Scott promised me, and I nodded at him in silent agreement.

Scott pulled out his phone and called Marcus to break the bad news to him. They came up with a plan of attack and we began our search for Madison.

Two hours later we still hadn’t located either of them. I was starting to feel desperate. Scott was beyond a state of rage. I don’t think he loved anyone as much as he loved his sister.

We arrived back at the clubhouse to regroup. All the boys were here now. Madison meant so much to all of them, and it was a somber mood that permeated the room.

Marcus took control. “I want every fucking person tied up with that bitch to be grilled. One of them has to know where she is. Scott will coordinate,” he directed, and then left the room. I wasn’t sure where or what he was doing, and even though it was odd that he would leave us to do this on our own, it wasn’t my concern right now. Finding Madison was my only priority.

I got my directions off Scott and headed out. My first stop was only ten minutes from the clubhouse, and as I pulled up, my phone started ringing.

It was Brooke. “Hey, sis,” I answered, hoping she was okay.

She seemed nervous, “J, are you with Madison today?”

Unease hit me in the gut. “No. She got a visit from Nix’s crazy sister, and now we can’t find her. Why? Have you heard something?”

“I think she might be at Hyde’s.”

“What?” I struggled to make the connection.

Brooke sighed. “J, I think she’s been drinking. One of my friends just called me and suggested I get you down there to stop her.

Unease slid right through me, and fury took its place.

“Thanks, I’m on my way now,” I bit out, and hung up.

I walked through the doors of Hyde’s pub ten minutes later, and the struggle of watching Madison lose herself to alcohol years ago mixed with the burning anger and resentment I still held towards my alcoholic mother, and I lost it.

She was wasted; no, beyond wasted. And, allowing a guy to have his hands on her.

I saw red. Stalking over to where she was, I ripped her away from him and got in her face. “What the fuck are you doing?” I yelled at her.

The alcohol slowed her down. “J, honey, I was just telling him to take his hands off me, or else you’d kill him,” she slurred.

I met the dude’s eyes, “Get the fuck out of here!” I roared, and he shrugged and left. Yeah, smart move motherfucker.