I narrow my eyes at him. “We will get out of this and I will have the pleasure of killing you myself.”
“So much hope for someone who will never see her family, or men, again,” he snarls.
“You all think that you are smart, but the Devil’s Souls are nothing but trash. They will find us. All of us. And you will beg for death!” Ella taunts out.
The woman is bringing out inner strength that I didn’t know she had.
It takes a lot to be the princess of a club, and I’m glad to see that strength in her.
We are going to need each other to get out of this.
Once Cutter leaves, we look at each other.
“One of us needs to get out of here. If the location is so secluded that our men can’t find us, we need to work on getting one of us free to alert the club,” I tell her.
She nods her head.
I look at Katy and Danielle who are doing their best to stay strong.
“Katy, I think it has to be you. As far as we know, you aren’t a club princess and were just brought with Danielle because you were with her at the time of the kidnapping. We need to get you out of here before the big fucker decide to let them use you as a toy like Camilla” I state, cringing when I glance over at Camilla. She just looks at me with a sad smile.
“I don’t wish this on anybody. I’ll do what I can to help, but the consequences could be dire if she’s caught,” Camilla warns.
I watch as Katy pulls in a deep breath. “I’ll do whatever I can. We have to be prepared in case no one ever finds us.”
The door opens with a bang. Two bikers come in. One of them has a woman over his shoulders. I close my eyes and shake my head. I can’t believe that they got another one.
We need to do something to stop this now.
They chain the woman up and leave without acknowledging us.
We all look at the woman, and I can’t help but pale when I see Starla, the Stormy Knights princess, laying on the ground. She has bruises covering her arms and face. It looks like she put up quite a fight.
I turn to the other woman.
“Enough is enough. We need to get Katy out of here.”
“Let’s do it,” Ella says firmly.
Chapter Twelve
Pyro
I can’t fucking sleep or eat. All that I can do is try and figure out where my woman is.
This is fucking killing me.
I’m two towns over, looking for any possible sign.
Our search has broadened with the added missing princess. As far as I know, the rest are on lock down.
All that I can think is that this wasn’t something that was happening out of the blue. There’s too much going on to deny that these abductions weren’t meticulously planned.
How could someone take three princesses and hide them where no one knows where they are?
Bullet went to another town over to search. We were side by side the last few days, but we needed to split up.
I have Stitch with me as we cruise through town.
“We just have to keep on going,” he says gruffly.
It pains me to know that we haven’t found anything here.
A piece of hope dies with me each time we come up empty.
We head towards the highway to move on to the next town. We are only on the road for thirty minutes when I see someone running from the bushes and tripping over their feet.
I have a feeling in my gut, so I signal Stitch and slow to a stop.
When we slow down, the person tenses at the sound of our bikes coming near and he or she slowly turns around.
My heart stops in my chest when I see a very weak and beaten looking Katy.
“Katy, what the fuck?” Stitch growls out.
“Oh my god! Pyro? Stitch?” she says like she can’t believe that it’s really us.
“What the fuck happened to you?!” I ask.
She starts crying and trying to pull herself together. Stitch wraps his arms around her.
“Calm down. Let’s get out of here and we will check into the nearest motel,” he says.
I nod my head, and we head back to the town we were just in. I walk into a motel to check in, paying cash. I don’t want anyone that’s not a friend to know that I’m here.
I go to the store across the street to buy first aid supplies to help clean and treat any wounds that Katy has and get something for her to eat since I had noticed how weak she was.
It takes a few minutes to let her cries subside before she’s able to speak.
When she does, my heart stops cold.
“I just ran. We had made a plan to get me out to come find you guys, believing that you would know the general direction of where to look. I don’t know how much time we have left before another club princess is taken. We can’t let them take any more,” she says brokenly.
“What do you mean we? How do you know about the princesses?” I ask.
My heart beats hard in my chest.
“Danielle, Krista, Ella, Camilla, and Starla have all been kept in the same room as me for days,” she says.
Stitch stills and I start pacing the room.
“Tell us everything you know,” I growl out. I don’t want to scare her, but I can’t control
