He shakes his head and walks over to Stacey, gripping her hair in his hand and pulling her head back. Her eyes fly open and she looks at him with so much hate.
“I can’t let that happen. This bitch will go crawling back to your sorry excuse for a club, and I can’t have that. It’s just an added bonus that I get to take out a Snakes bitch as well,” he says in a cold voice. “Besides, I need you here with her while I go grab what’s mine back. I know you won’t leave her here by herself. It will give me enough time to grab the bitch who thinks she can run away from me,” he says with an evil laugh as he walks out of the room.
Fuck. I need to think of a way to get us out of here. I need to get to Sophie.
Chapter Seventeen
Sophie
It has been two days. Everyone is still looking for Colton and Stacey. I’ve barely slept.
When I do happen to fall asleep, I wake up screaming for Colton.
I’m currently sitting in the kitchen of the clubhouse staring out the window. I keep waiting for Vince to make contact, but he hasn’t yet and the date he set for a wedding is coming closer every day.
I turn my head when I hear shouting, and something being thrown.
“I need to fucking find her!!!” Torch yells. There’s a whole bunch of anger in his voice; he looks so lost and broken. I can’t help but blame myself. He had just finished throwing a chair across the room and it’s now shattered to pieces.
“Why can’t we fucking find them? How does one little, rich prick hide from us? Why the fuck did he take Stacey?” He looks around the room, but no one has a clue what to say.
He leaves the room with the door slamming behind him. Not once did he look at me. I hate that my asshole ex has taken his woman away.
I run into Trigger’s room at the club where I have been staying and break out in a sob once I hit the bed.
No one bothers me and that’s fine. I can’t deal with anyone right now.
Before my eyes fall shut from crying hard, I feel the vibration of my cell phone in my pocket. I haven’t let it out of my sight because I’ve been waiting for Vince to reach out.
Unknown number: (attachment)
I let out a gasp and cover my mouth with my hand when I open the photo.
Trigger is laying face down on the floor with his arms and legs tied together. There is some heavy bruising on his face, and I have no doubt that he is bruised other places as well.
A few feet away from him is Stacey hanging limp against the wall with a pool of blood surrounding her.
A sob tries to break free and my eyes well with tears. I quickly wipe at them so that I can focus on my phone.
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Another picture is sent and this time it’s of a lighter and gasoline.
My eyes widen in horror. I don’t have to be smart to get what he is hinting at. He’s going to burn them alive in that place. That’s if Stacey still is alive. There is so much blood that I wouldn’t be able to tell.
Unknown number: Meet me at this address in an hour… If anyone follows you, I’ll burn them alive. Don’t make me wait. Your friends don’t have much time left.
I throw a pillow over my face and scream. I don’t want anyone to hear me. I know that he’s serious.
I had no idea that Vince was this crazy and would resort to doing something like this to get me back. I should have run somewhere else.
I know what I need to do. I can’t let anything else happen to them.
I just need to figure out a way to get to them without being followed.
I hear a bunch of footsteps and then motorcycles being started. I look out the window to see most of the brothers leaving.
When I turn and leave my room, I see that only prospects remain. The only patched in brother still here is Stitch. His eyes are on my door when I walk out of the room. I know he’s on watch for me. They wouldn’t just leave a prospect with me since they know that I’m Vince’s target.
My shoulders slump in defeat. There is no way for me to get past him. He narrows his eyes at me, and I wonder if he can tell that I’m up to something.
I back up into the room and close the door.
I sit on the bed and try to think of something when the door opens.
Stitch narrows his eyes. “What are you up to?” he asks with his voice deadly calm.
I shake my head and give him a look of confusion. I pretend that I don’t know what he’s talking about, but I can tell already that he doesn’t buy it.
“Cut the shit. He contacted you, didn’t he?” he asks.
When I look at his face I can tell that he’s determined and, now that he knows something is up, won’t let me out of his site.
I feel tears well up in my eyes once again and I nod my head slowly.
I’m at a loss about what to do. I don’t want anything to happen to anyone anymore.
He shakes his head in anger. “What the fuck did you think you were going to do? Go back to him?” I can tell he really doesn’t need an answer.
“You know as well as I do that he isn’t going to just let them go. No one would go to all that fucking trouble and just let them go,” he says, and
