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minds on one thing and one thing only.
    Finding Faye.
    We clear two rooms before we come across Ripper, the Kings of Hell MC president, asleep in his bed. My gun is pointed at his temple before his brown eyes even open. He tries to reach for his gun, but it’s not there. Yeah, this isn’t my first rodeo.
    â€œGet up,” I demand. “We need to have a little talk. And don’t fuckin’ try anything.”
    Eyes wide, he slowly moves to sit up, pushing the blanket off him, revealing a shirtless chest I could have gone without seeing. Keeping my eyes on his, I take a step back, allowing him space to get out of the bed. “Rally your men into one room. Anyone tries anything, you all die.”
    He nods and exits the bedroom, entering what looks like their club’s main living area. Ten minutes later, between my men and Ripper, we’ve gotten everyone together, guns pointed in every direction. It might seem dangerous, because we’re actually outnumbered, but each of our men could take two of theirs easily. I’m that confident in us. I glance around the room, making eye contact with each man.“I’m looking for my wife. Who here can tell me where she is? And don’t fuckin’ bother saying you don’t know shit. I’m not bluffing, I will fuckin’ kill anyone I have to, to find her.”
    I then address Ripper. “If my wife isn’t returned to me, now, your men will have to vote in a new president, because I’m going to kill you,” I tell him, staring him dead in the eye so he knows how serious I am. “Then I’m going to kill the next president too. And any that come after that.”
    One of the men moves to tackle Tracker, who proceeds to shoot him in the foot.
    â€œFuck!” the man yells, dropping to the ground and grabbing the wound, trying to stop the bleeding. I glance around the room once more, a schooled expression of boredom on my face. They don’t need to know that, right now, I’m dying inside.
    I can imagine what I look like: like a man who has everything to lose, a man who will do anything to get back the woman he loves.
    A dangerous man.
    â€œAs you can see, we aren’t fucking around,” I continue, cracking my neck from side to side. “Anyone else want to try anything? Next time, I don’t think Tracker will be so nice.”
    â€œKnee next,” Tracker says, smirking. “Then farther up.”
    One of the men shudders.
    I wait until Arrow makes eye contact with me, then nod at him.
    He punches the man in front of him in the nose. I don’t even wince at the cracking sound.
    â€œTell us what we need to know, or next I will break your neck,” Arrow says in a low, calm tone that is much more intimidating than if he had yelled. With Arrow, you just know that he means what he says. “One of you better speak up, or this isn’t going to end well. I don’t care who it is.” When the man doesn’t speak, Arrow moves to hit him again, until he puts his hands up in surrender. “Okay, okay,” he says, throat working as he swallows. He looks to Ripper, as if asking him what to do, wanting to see what his president’s orders are.
    Ripper tightens his jaw, weighing his options, but then finally nods. “Tell him.”
    â€œShe’s being held in a warehouse.”
    â€œGive me the address,” I tell him. “Now.”
    He gives me the address, keeping his head down and avoiding eye contact. I look to Tracker. “Who wants to stay with him and make sure he’s not lying? I think someone should take him somewhere else, in case the men here try something.”
    â€œThey won’t,” Ripper says, but I ignore him. “I don’t know about Slice though. He’s the wild card here, but you can’t take out his actions on our club. He hasn’t even been patched in yet!”
    I freeze, catching Talon’s eye before looking back to the