“Why can’t we fucking find them? How does one little, rich prick hide from us? Why the fuck did he take Stacey?” I roar out in rage. My voices breaks with every word. I look around the room, but I already know that no one has the answers that I’m looking for. I do the only thing that I can think of.
I storm out of the room slamming the door so hard behind me that you can feel the vibrations in the walls.
I end up in my room at the clubhouse. The whole space has Stacey written all over it. I love that fucking woman something fierce. I wasn’t looking for love when she came along, but she had claimed me just as much as I had claimed her.
When I came home and realized that she was missing, I felt like a part of me was torn from my body.
There was no reason for that asshole to take my woman.
I have barely looked at Sophie in the last couple days.
It’s not because I blame her. None of this is her fault. We’re a family in this club. We protect our own.
I know that her man is missing and she looks gutted and guilty. No matter what anyone tells her, you can tell that she’s blaming herself for this mess.
I can’t stand to be in this room a second longer. I head out for another search. They have to be somewhere.
The town isn’t that big so, when there is a huge blanket of smoke coming from the edge of town, I don’t think about anything else.
My stomach twists. Something is wrong. My gut is telling me to go in that direction.
I pull up at the same time that the ambulance and police cars do.
An old abandoned house that I forgot was ever here is up in flames.
I see my brother Trigger on the ground while paramedics run to his side.
I don’t notice anything else as my gaze zeroes in on the burning house.
My stomach sinks. When I sweep my eyes around, I don’t see any sight of my woman.
No. No. No. It can’t be…
“She was with him! Where is she?” I roar out.
My eyes are frantically searching the area again. She has to be here.
“Sorry, sir. There was only the man outside,” a fire fighter tells me.
I bring my eyes to the house in horror.
She can’t be in there!
The house collapses before my very eyes. I let out a painful scream. “STACEY!”
Chapter One
Torch “Tyson” Knight
I’m sitting in the living room of my home looking at the box that I have been staring at for months.
When I came home to find my woman and a brother missing, there was a box sitting in the middle of the living room with my name on it in Stacey’s writing.
I have not been able to bring myself to open it. I’ve only just stared at it and got drunk.
I know that Stacey would not have approved of the way I have been handling things. I have pretty much not stopped drinking since it happened.
The alcohol just helps me feel numb and, when I pass out, I won’t have any dreams since all of my dreams are filled with her.
My entire day is filled with nothing but memories of Stacey.
We had a conversation of what we would do in the event that something happened to either one of us because, in this life, you didn’t know how long you had. Sometimes things became dangerous and out of your control.
I can’t help the snort that leaves me. This was definitely out of my control.
I close my eyes at the memory of Stacey.
“Babe, this is serious. We need to have this talk in case something happens to either one of us,” Stacey scolds me as we are lying in bed enjoying a lazy Sunday.
We have only left the bed to get food and have a shower.
“I know that you’re serious, but that’s not something that I want to think about. I don’t want to think about a life where you’re not in it,” I say in a grumble.
She gives me a soft smile. “I know, babe, but you know that since I lost my parents I think that it is best to always be prepared. You never know when someone is going to be taken from you.”
“Which is why I don’t want to think about it. I’d rather not know how much time we have together,” I mumble not looking at her.
It pains me to think about such a thing. My chest literally aches thinking about not being with Stacey.
“I just need you to know that I would want you to be happy. If I were gone tomorrow, I would want you to be open to love again. I wouldn’t want you to lose yourself,” she says, and I notice a small tear escape her eye and run down her cheek.
“I know, baby. I don’t know how you think that I would be happy with anyone but you, but you’re right. I wouldn’t want you to be miserable either. I would do anything as long as you were happy,” I say and kiss her softly on the lips.
I release a shuddering breath as I relive the memory that I had made with Stacey only weeks before she was killed.
I still don’t understand how I could be happy loving anyone but her. My heart feels like it has been ripped out.
I bring the bottle of whisky to my lips. I don’t think that I remember a day since the funeral that I have spent sober.
I hear a knock at my door, but I don’t bother to get up. I know
