Page 42 of Knuckles

I chuckle but nod before I sigh as I look at the gym door, the urge to go to her pulling.

“Why don’t you give her a call?” Trick asks, but I just shake my head and mutter, “She’s working…” Just as the door opens and Benny and the Chief storm inside, both looking spitting mad, and I stand up straighter.

“What the fuck?” Trick mutters, and I tilt my head as the Chief looks around the room before he locks eyes with me, the fear in them making me suck in a breath, and I whisper, “Kodi…”

There’s no other reason why he would be here with his son, if he wanted to threaten me again he wouldn’t bring one of the officers that is on the clubs side.

Benny shoves past his dad and rushes my way before he tears my world apart as he says with panic, “Kodi is missing.”

“What do you mean missing?!” I demand as I take a menacing step forward, and the Chief, who stops near me, speaks.

He says, “She went out on a domestic case, but both she and Masters haven’t returned. Masters apparently ordered Lunes to take over with the arrest then nothing.”

His jaw is tight, his body locked, his mind probably going to where mine has.

Masters has taken my girl.

“How long has she been missing?” Trick demands as I stare at the Chief, who flinches as Benny replies, “Five hours.”

Son of a…

“And you’re only just coming here now?” I sneer as I take a menacing step forward, causing Trick and Benny to quickly step between us.

I knew the fucker hated Kodi and I together, but to wait five fucking hours to tell me she was missing is out of fucking line and he knows it.

“I thought she was ignoring us,” Marshalls admits, his voice croaky, and I flare my nostrils as Benny interjects, “I was trying to convince her to find a job around here, she’s taken one nearly three thousand miles away and has even given up her apartment so I,we, thought maybe she’d gone to yours instead of coming back to the precinct but then Lunes arrived and mentioned Masters never came back with them,” he looks at his petrified dad before he looks back at me and admits, “We realized something was wrong when she wouldn’t answer her phone to Lunes.”

I growl loudly at Benny, causing his dad to take a step towards me. Benny puts his hand on his chest to stop him from attacking me while Trick states, “She’s not going to Boston, I’ve already fucked up her chances,” causing them to look at him wide-eyed.

“Did you really think I was going to let my girl leave?” I ask coldly, then admit, “Her position has already been filled.”

“But you haven’t spoken to her in two days,” Benny says with shock, and I shake my head.

“Because I’m trying to sort my fucking head out before I finally claim her and move her onto club property!” I snap back before I look at my brother and demand, “Trick?”

He glares at Marshalls while grabbing his phone and pressing one. Several phones in the place go off, the prospects all get the emergency church notification, and I demand, “Get in your fucking car because it looks like you’re about to attend church!”

Benny's eyes widen while Marshalls frowns, but I ignore him as I grab my phone and storm past them, trying not to knock the fuckers out as worry for my girl consumes me.

***

“What do we know?” Cage demands as he slams the door to the church shut, and I eye the TV on the wall, watching as Trick logs into his database before hacking the CCTV footage around town, my body tense, my nerves fucking shot.

One wrong move from anyone, and I’ll fucking snap. Masters will be a fucking dead man if he’s the one who has kidnapped my girl.

“I could arrest you for this,” Marshalls chokes, and his son snaps, “Shut the fuck up, Dad!”

Ignoring his slack jaw towards his son, Trick looks up and demands, “What was the address of the domestic?”

“Whites farm on the west side of town,” Marshalls instantly replies, then winces because now the fucker is implicated if he tried to arrest us.

The brothers smirk, but not me. Instead, I stand tense with my dad behind me and glare at the TV with regret hitting me fucking hard for ghosting her for two days to get my shit together.

I should have fucking tied her to the bed until I was ready to claim her, fuck’s sake, I should have told her what I was thinking.

Trick types away furiously before he snaps, “Fucking got it,” and a video link appears on the screen, and I take a step forward with a growl, seeing a uniformed officer with two Chargers flanking him and my girl standing rigid in a standoff with the soon to be dead men.

“Mother fucker!” Marshalls curses as Dad grips my arm to stop me from trashing a full church room that all the brothers are inside, while the prospects are in the common room.