Peanut didn’t know why his gut was still in knots over Johnny being close to Phoebe. Maybe it was the simple fact that she and his boy were in danger until they’d caught the stupid fucker. Hell, that sick dickhead could threaten Jazzy too. He would bet that harming a child wouldn’t go against any morals the man’s sick mind could come up with. The door to the security room opened suddenly and they all turned to see Viking standing in the doorway.
“What the fuck’s going on?” he demanded.
“Come in and shut the damned door,” Phoenix barked.
Viking entered pulling the door shut behind him. He crossed his arms over his chest and waited for them to fill him in. Peanut told Viking about Johnny being spotted near the clubhouse. Viking let out a curse as he sat down on the arm of the couch. He looked around before he asked what the fuck they were planning to do about the man stalking Phoebe. Peanut knew then that everything between Phoebe and Viking would work it’s self out. Relief flooded him with the knowledge, and he set about making a plan.
It took them about thirty minutes for the four of them to come up with a way to catch that abusive fucker without endangering his girls. Peanut was relieved as he nodded to his brother’s and walked out with a solid strategy to put Johnny’s sorry ass down like the sick fuck he was. He left the clubhouse, keeping his eyes peeled for a black sedan on the way back to the townhouse. When he pulled into the drive and parked, he looked up at the quiet house with his senses tingling. Something was coming and it wasn’t good. He hadn’t felt this keyed up in a long damned time, and he didn’t like the feeling of dread curling inside his stomach one damned bit.
Chapter Eighteen
Peanut glared at the clock on the wall as he paced back and forth in the kitchen. Phoebe should have been back twenty minutes ago. He’d intended to drive both Jazzy and Phoebe over to the school himself but she’d left before he’d gotten out of the shower. He hadn’t wanted to upset her before they she left so he hadn’t told her about Johnny being in town. Peanut ran a hand over his mussed hair still watching the clock. She could have run into traffic or decided to stop for gas or something. He needed to calm the fuck down. His insides were in knots. He lifted his phone, punching in the code and hitting her contact. He waited while the damned thing rang. It went to voice mail and that was when he decided enough was enough. He grabbed his keys and punched in Viking’s number. It rang twice before Viking picked up.
“She left this morning without me and now she isn’t home yet,” he snarled into the phone as he headed to his bike.
“What? Fuck, it’s early, dude. She can’t be more than ten minutes overdue, are you sure she isn’t just running late or something? Maybe she had to pick something up or get gas. You need to chill,” Viking said gruffly.
“It’s my gut, Viking. It’s going nuts, something’s wrong.” Peanut climbed on his bike and started it, ignoring a wildly waving Brenna. He knew she was trying to get his attention but he was too fucking worried about Phoebe to care.
“Damn, alright man. Give me fifteen and I’ll help you look. Just drive the route she usually takes and I’ll meet you near the school,” Viking muttered, giving up trying to reason with Peanut.
Peanut drove hard towards the school with his eyes peeled for the Kia. He was nearly to the school when he saw her car pulled off the side of the road. He pulled up beside it and cursed up a storm as he noted that the doors were unlocked, and her purse was still inside. Fuck. That son-of-a-bitch had her. He fucking had his woman and his baby. Peanut wasn’t sure if he’d be able to hold his temper in check if Johnny had harmed either of them.
A sudden thought had him dialing the school. When the attendant answered he asked for the attendance office. She told him to hold and he did so impatiently. When a woman picked up a few minutes later he demanded she check to see if Jazzy was in class. He knew that if that fucker had taken his baby girl too then he would die today and fuck any legal issue it caused them. He’d go to fucking jail if he had to, but nobody messed with his family. He was pacing beside the car when she finally picked back up and confirmed that Jazzy had made it to school. He hung up with a small sense of relief, but it didn’t get rid of the hard pit of anger in his stomach that Johnny still had his woman. He reached into the car grabbing her purse and the keys that were still in the ignition. He pocketed the keys and was putting her purse into his saddle bag when Viking rode up, pulling over with a grim look.
“Fuck, motherfucker got her, didn’t he,” Viking grunted.
“We need to find him. Like now. I will not let him keep her and if he hurts her or my boy, I am going to slice him to pieces.” Peanut climbed on his bike and cranked it. He pulled out and headed towards the clubhouse likely going twenty miles over the speed limit but he was too worried to fucking care. Despite wanting to chase after Phoebe he had no idea where to go and he knew he’d need his brother’s help finding her. If nothing else he could get his brothers searching the roads to see
