Sophie
Hours and hours pass by.
We still don’t have a clue where they are.
A bunch of brothers went to check out the crash site. They couldn’t find any traces of Colton or Stacey.
No bodies, phones, or personal belongings.
Whoever did it didn’t want any trace of Stacey or Trigger around.
I’m at the clubhouse with the other Old Ladies. They had put the club on lockdown until they know more.
Church had started an hour ago, but I haven’t heard about anything yet.
Once they let out, they all go back out searching. I feel like they have looked everywhere, but I have no idea where they looked.
Vince, what are you up to?
I can’t let anything happen to them.
I get up from my seat and pace back and forth. I don’t know what to do besides think.
Vince has to make contact with me if he wants me back.
Is he going to try to use them as leverage?
I know Vince well enough that I should be able to figure out his next move but, every time I try, my mind goes blank.
I run my hands through my hair in frustration.
I see the other women glance at me and offer understanding looks, but that’s not what I want right now.
I want Colton and Stacey back.
“Hun, you need to sit. We’ll find them,” Lily says softly.
I look at her, tears welling in my eyes. “How can I do that? I can’t sit back and be calm because my man and friend are out there.”
She looks at me with sad eyes and nods her head in understanding.
“I know, hun, but we will get them back,” she says with confidence. I wish I felt some of that confidence, but I have a terrible feeling in the pit of my stomach.
“Unharmed?” I ask in a quiet whisper that would surprise me if she heard.
She looks at me in the eyes, but she doesn’t say anything.
What is there to say?
Please let them be okay.
Chapter Sixteen
Trigger ‘Colton’
My head feels like it has been hit with a sledgehammer.
I slowly wake up and expect to find myself in bed with Sophie, hoping that the pounding in my head is from too many beers.
It’s not, and I know it’s not, when I notice that I'm not in a nice warm bed with my woman next to me.
I feel the hard, cold ground under me and know that I'm laying on a cement floor.
I don’t have my woman’s body next to me, but there is something around my wrists and legs.
Fuck, I don’t like this feeling one bit.
I can feel my heart hammering in my chest.
I think back to what I remember before waking up.
I remember helping Stacey and heading back to the clubhouse, and then there was screaming. I squeeze my eyes tightly shut trying hard to remember what happened after that.
I open my eyes when I remember that we got hit by another vehicle. The screaming I remember was Stacey yelling my name before I passed out.
I look around as much as I can but being tied up doesn’t offer much movement. I can only really move my head.
I let out a curse. “Fuck.”
I hear a light moaning and shift my head in the direction of the sound.
I feel the anger grow within me when I see Stacey chained up to the fucking wall.
Her hands are chained above her head. Her head is down. She is probably passed out from exhaustion or blacked out during the crash too.
I see blood dripping from her, but I can’t tell where it’s from, and her body is covered with bruises. I sure fucking hope it’s from the crash and not from who I think it is.
Vince.
I know this fucker has something to do with why we are here.
I hear her moan again before her head slowly lifts.
When her eyes meet mine, I can see how much pain she’s in.
I try to twist and find a way out of my restraints, but they don’t seem to be budging. They obviously don’t want me to get out of this.
“Stacey, are you with me?” I ask trying to hide the fear I feel when I see how bad her injuries are.
“Trig…” she rasps out. “It hurts.” Then she squeezes her eyes closed from the pain she’s in.
I have never felt more helpless than I feel right now.
Stacey is clearly feeling some serious injuries, but there is not a fucking thing I can do about it.
“Fuck!” I let out a scream.
I can feel my body hurting but I’m ignoring it and trying to focus on getting Stacey out of here. Whatever this fucker wants, she has nothing to do with it.
A menacing chuckle fills the room and I look in the opposite direction of where Stacey is.
Standing in the doorway of the room we are in is Vince. I know that it’s him from all the pictures I had been shown.
He has a cocky fucking smirk on his face.
“It’s about time you woke up. I was worried your friend here was going to bleed out before you opened your eyes,” he says, not at all caring that Stacey is practically dying right in front of him.
“Why the fuck do you have her? She has nothing to do with this,” I ask, my voice full of fury.
He chuckles and has got this crazy look in his eyes.
“Wrong place, wrong time for this beauty. Though she really is stunning. If my father wasn’t so caught up in Sophie, I would have definitely made this one my bride- that and the fact that she’s dying,” he says with a careless shrug.
“Just let her fucking go. It’s me you want, not her,” I say with
