Last Ride (Wind Dragons MC #5.5)(12)

No. Not Faye.

Not my fairy.

“What the f*ck do you mean she’s missing?” Rake growls, pulling out his phone and bringing it to his ear. “I’m gonna call everyone; she has to be somewhere.”

“She didn’t come home,” I tell him, goose bumps on my flesh. “I’m going to go to her work now. Can you keep the kids?”

“Of course,” he replies, brow furrowed. “Fuck, Sin. Tell me what to do right now. Maybe she’s fine; her car broke down and her phone died, or some shit.”

I clap him on the shoulder and head to my car.

The thing is, we’re never that lucky.



When I find her car still parked on the street opposite her work, door ajar, that’s when I start to really panic. In the back of my mind, I’d been hoping that maybe there was another reason for her absence. Maybe her car broke down, or she lost her phone, or one of the women needed her for something. When something metal glistening on the floor of the car catches my eye, I bend down and pick it up.

It’s her phone.

Fuck.

Shivers head up my spine. This is not good. Something has definitely happened to her. My fingers tighten around her phone.

Whoever took her is going to pay. Trust me when I say that they haven’t known pain like the pain I’m going to thrust upon them. I’ll have no mercy. And if something happens to Faye—I’ll have no conscience left. She is the good in me. She’s my f*ckin’ heart, my soul, and there is no way I’m going to live without her.

I’m going to bring her home.

I call up Rake and tell him to get to the clubhouse. We’re going on lockdown. I want everyone in the same place, just until we know what we’re dealing with. Some of the men can stay to protect the women and kids, and the rest of us will do whatever we can to bring my wife back.

I’m coming for you, babe.



Everyone is in the clubhouse, trying to remain calm. With Faye in danger, the women are all over the f*ckin’ place with worry, and a few of them are trying not to cry. I need them to stay calm though, because I don’t want the kids to start freaking out because of the tension in the clubhouse right now.

I’m pacing up and down while the men sit at the table, waiting for me to tell them the plan of action. The thing is, it’s hard for me to keep a level head here. I can’t. I just want her back. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do right now. I’m desperate, and it’s a vulnerable place to be. When I don’t speak, Arrow clears his throat. “Sin, why don’t you sit down? Let us do the planning. We’re going to get her back, brother. Whatever it takes.”

I shake my head, running my hand through my hair. I’m the president. Faye is my wife. I’m going to be calling the shots. They don’t know the thoughts in my head right now, and they don’t need to know.

Did I tell her I love her before she left for work today? I can’t remember. What was the last thing I said to her? I shake my head again and try to concentrate. Faye needs the MC president in me right now, not the devoted, loving husband. She needs the ruthless me, the man who gets shit done.

The man who never loses.

“Tracker, try and get camera footage from her work or any surrounding buildings. You might have to wait until tomorrow for that though,” I say, gritting my teeth. We don’t have time to waste right now. “Unless you have any contacts? Cop buddies? Any resources you have, use them. Take Irish with you. I want everyone in pairs, just in case whoever we’re dealing with has something else up their sleeves. If they want anything from us, they need to be able to contact us. I think we should close down Rift, just in case. Last thing we need is something going wrong there and innocent people getting hurt. Talon and Ranger, make sure the Wild Men aren’t behind this shit in any way.”

They both nod.

“Arrow, get in touch with the Kings of Hell. We don’t have very many enemies, so if it’s not the Wild Men, I’m thinking it has to be the Kings. Who else would f*ck with us?” I look to Talon. “We need to figure out who your rat is, and fast.”

Talon nods and pulls out his phone. “I’ll call Slice.”

Dammit, if we found out who that f*cker was sooner, this whole thing might have been avoided.

Who else would be that f*ckin’ stupid?

Whoever it is, it’s their funeral.

“You want me to pay them a visit?” Arrow asks, an evil glint in his eyes. “I’ll be more than happy to.”

He looks a little too trigger-happy for my liking, so I say, “Rake, stick with Arrow. Keep him out of prison, please.”

Rake nods. “I’ll handle it.”

“Ronan, you and the prospects stay behind and protect the women and children,” I say, cracking my knuckles. “Vinnie, you and I are going to go drive around, see what we find, try to get some information from anyone who would know anything.”

Vinnie nods, looking solemn. Yeah, no one is happy right now. Faye means so much to everyone, and I know they’re all feeling this. But to be honest, all I can think about is myself and what she is to me. I breathe this woman, and without her, my oxygen is going to get cut off. I can already feel my chest getting tighter and tighter as time passes without knowing where she is.

This emotional pain is worse than any physical pain I could experience. It’s bringing me to my f*ckin’ knees.