Rage had a contact that he could tap to follow Johnny’s credit cards to at least give them a direction to look in. It was the fastest way since the fucker wasn’t likely to stick around here now that he had Phoebe in his clutches again. He silently prayed that his girl was smart and played along with that fucker. She had to know he’d be coming for her.
He entered the clubhouse heading to Rage’s office. After explaining what was going on to Rage, he called his contact. Peanut paced back and forth inside Rage’s office fifteen minutes later waiting on the report from Rage’s police buddy who was tracing Johnny’s credit card activity. It was taking entirely too long and he was about to lose his shit. Every second that ticked by she was with that fucker who could be hurting her, and he couldn’t stand it.
“Sit down,” Diablo barked from his seat on the leather couch across the room.
Peanut turned to glare at him, not caring about the club hierarchy at the moment. It didn’t matter to him that Diablo was his vice president, he was too keyed up to sit. Phoebe was the only thing that mattered to him right now and standing in this room while she was likely being tortured or hurt was making him insane. His hands rubbed the back of his neck before falling to his sides to clench.
“Seriously, pacing isn’t helping and you’re making me crazy with that constant back and forth. Sit down,” Diablo commanded.
“Leave him be. He’s worried about his woman,” Phoenix snapped from his seat on the edge of the desk. Rage was sitting in his chair with his feet propped up on his desk, his face set in a grim line as he ignored their arguing. Peanut couldn’t stand the idea that Phoebe was out there and he wasn’t there to protect her. How had he allowed this to happen? He should have told her Johnny was in town last night when he’d gotten home. Only he’d wanted to break the news to her gently.
“He needs to calm the fuck down. He is losing his shit and we need him focused, not freaking the fuck out,” Diablo grumbled, shifting in his seat.
“He’s not going to calm down till she’s safe and we all damned well know it. Just let him pace if it helps,” Viking muttered, shoving off the wall to grab a piece of candy from the jar on Rage’s desk.
“Jackson should be calling soon. He’s damned good at tracing cards and Smith likely isn’t smart enough to hide his activity,” Rage said, dropping his feet from the desk to lean forward.
Peanut ignored them all and sank into his own thoughts. Letting Phoebe drive Jazzy to school had been a mistake. Not that he’d had a choice since she’d left while he was in the shower but fuck, he really wished he’d waited to shower until after dropping Jazzy off at school. His mind was tossing scenes of Phoebe at him and they seemed to be superseded by the ones of Melony. He could still remember the glassy eyes that were staring at the ceiling and the bruises swelling her flesh. His eyes closed and he tried hard not to think about that night Melony had been killed by her abusive father.
Unable to contain his explosive anger for another second, he slammed his fist into the door. The loud crack of the wood breaking echoed in the room. He hated that he didn’t know what was happening to Phoebe. He was losing his damned mind just standing around here waiting. He punched the door over and over again, letting out a roar as his fists began to ache but he didn’t stop.
“Stop, this isn’t going to help. Do you want to be useless when we find her? Stop before you break something and can’t ride,” Viking said, pulling him away from the door. Peanut would have fought him harder, but he knew Viking was right. He needed to get his shit together and be ready when Rage’s cop friend found Smith.
“He fucking has her, Viking. You saw what he did to her when she was with him. What the fuck is he doing to her now after she ran from him? Damn it, I’m losing my shit right now,” Peanut muttered, burying his face in his hands. He pushed his palms into his eyes trying to hold in the rage pouring through his veins. He needed to get a grip on his temper.
“I know but we will get her back. She’s smart and we know she will do everything she can to hold on until we get to her. We’ll get her back and we will teach that fucker that nobody messes with the Devils Arms MC. She’s one of us now and you know we will go to the ends of the earth to protect her,” Viking assured him, holding his shoulder as he tried to reason with him.
Peanut wasn’t reassured but he finally sat down on the chair beside the desk, trying hard to sit still. He gripped his knees, bouncing his legs. The phone on the desk rang and he almost jumped for it but Rage had already answered it. He talked for a moment or so before hanging up.
“He rented a room fifteen minutes ago that’s about thirty miles from here,” Rage told him as he stood up. Peanut got up and headed to the door, not waiting on anything else. Every second they wasted was another second she was in that bastard’s evil control. He wouldn’t waste any more time than he already had.
He headed out of the clubhouse followed by the rest of his brothers, who were strangely silent as they climbed on their bikes. Rage took off first with Peanut close behind him. As his bike
