Natasha has been gone for eight hours. Eight long fucking hours and we have no information on where she is! I’m going fucking crazy!

Shit, when I came looking for her I knew something was wrong. She was supposed to come straight back to me and join me in my room. When she wasn’t there, I just knew. I felt it deep in my gut and started looking for her. When I found my sister in a horrible state and Natasha gone, my heart dropped.

The fucker had got her back and I failed Natasha. I promised to keep her safe and I let him fucking have her. My woman!

“Dev.” I hear Scrappy from behind me.

“Get out.” I continue to punch.

“We will find her.” He steps next to the fake body punch bag. Does he realise he’s in a dangerous place right now? I would much rather hit a real man, pound my fists into actual flesh and get the reward of seeing blood from my efforts.

“We have no leads and I sure as hell won’t sacrifice the girls.” I growl, punching a little harder.

Scrappy hangs his head and sighs. “I got in touch with Bomber.”

That makes me pause for a second. “I thought you hated him.”

“I do.” He confirms. “But we need Tasha back and I think he’s our best bet.”

“Did you tell Prez?” I ask, knowing that he probably didn’t.

“No.” He smirks. “I had to have a private chat with him, there were a few things I needed to make clear.”

I knew exactly who that talk was all about, my little cousin Elise. Poor guy doesn’t want anyone sniffing around his baby sister and I can’t blame him. Nobody will ever be good for Elise or Drew but they have to find happiness somewhere. I can understand where he’s coming from though. Bomber was with the Devils. Granted he was undercover, but he still wore their patch and saw the fucked up things they did, maybe even took part.

I nod. “Tell me what you know.”

“He has the photos.” That’s all Scrappy says and it’s enough.

Bomber has the pictures of Strike’s sister, we have some leverage!

“Fuck!” I scream, pounding the bag again. “We still have to find Strike to let him know what we have!”

“Bomber can help with that too.” Scrappy face changes and I fully understand.

I remove my gloves, jaw clenched. “I’m taking a shower; meet me in my Dad’s office in ten minutes.”

We walk out the gym together, and as I leave towards my room, Scrappy stops me. “We will find her Dev. She’s your old lady right?”

I stare at him for a few seconds and think why the fuck not?

“Fucking right she is.” I have to find her, I have to officially make her mine and spend many fucking years making it up to her that I let her go through this shit again.

“Then she’s family and we protect family. We will have her back and soon have mini Devlin’s running around.”

I push him away as he jokes. “Fuck off, too soon bro!”

I jump into the shower, and even though Natasha isn’t with me, Scrappys’ words leave me weirdly with a good feeling. I want what he just said, but first I have to get my woman back.

As soon as I’m done showering, I throw on some clothes and rush to my Dad’s office. He’s on the phone when I walk in so I sit on one of the sofas until he’s finished.

He’s not saying much so I don’t know who he’s talking to and when he finally hangs up he asks me how I’m doing.

“What do you think?” I snap. “My woman is missing and we don’t know where the fuck she is!”

“I understand son, I’m only trying to help you.” He answers in a calm and level tone.

“Who were you talking to?”

“Inspector Folks.” He answers, that’s one of our police friends. “Didn’t have much to say. There’s a few security tapes showing that the truck went into town but then they end.”

“Why?” I ask.

“They only have access to local cameras, but he’s working on it for us.”

I nod, I get that people are trying, but it’s not quick enough. I need her with me now.

“I wanna see the tape.” I say.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” My dad frowns.

My dad, Grim, Scrappy, Baby, Uncle Brace and even some brothers who aren’t related by blood have seen the CCTV of the moment Strike snuck up on Natasha and Drew. I still haven’t seen it. I know I shouldn’t because Grim told me if it was Lauren, he wouldn’t want to see that but I have to. I want to see what happened to her. If anything I just want to see her, the only photo I have of her is the one I snapped of her on my phone all those weeks ago. The one I pretended to delete, but I need more. I have to get her back.

“I have to see her.” I hang my head and I hear my Dad’s footsteps walk towards me. The sofa sags to my right as he sits beside me.

“I won’t let you watch it Dev, it’s not fucking nice to watch at all. Fuck, it made some of the brothers cry!” I didn’t know this.

“I have to get her back Dad.” I hide my tears from and he strokes my back.

I hear footsteps approaching and I man the fuck up. My dad removes his hand from my back and our moment is over. Scrappy walks in and looks between my father and me.

“You want me to come back later?” He asks.

“No, we have shit to do.” I quickly wipe at my eyes. “Tell my dad what you told me.”

Scrappy nods and then informs my dad what he had told me in the gym just thirty minutes ago.

“Well then,” my dad stands. “We have a church meeting to call.”

“Is that really needed?” I ask him, showing my frustration. “It’s wasting time, everyone will agree.”

“That may be true son but those are the rules.” My dad leaves his office to shout the beginning of church. There’s no need for phone calls or texts because everyone’s here.

“You trust Bomber?” Scrappy asks.

“I do.” I answer without a doubt. “What about you?”

“Despite how much I hate him and want the fucker to stay away from Elise, I do trust him where the club is concerned.” He crosses his arms across his chest, not looking happy about this at all.

“Then why ask?” I quiz him.

“Because what he’s said about the rat is pretty fucking serious. We need to completely trust what he has to say before we go in guns blazing and punish the bastard.” He cracks his knuckles, his eyes lighting up at the chance to see blood being split.

“It’s a serious thing he’s saying but what he’s told us seems legit. It matches with everything that’s fucked up lately. He says he has proof.” I can’t think what proof he has.

One thing is for sure, I feel it in my bones that we have a rat amongst us. If Bomber does prove that one of our own is working with a Devil, especially fucking Strike, then he’s dead. Without a doubt no matter who the fucker is, he’s dead man walking.

I don’t know what to do with myself. My best friend has been captured by the evil that ironically brought us together. I didn’t sleep last night, don’t get me wrong I’m so fucking tired but I can’t rest my head on a pillow when Natasha is out there with Strike.

I feel really bad for Devlin. He’s walking around with a dangerous pissed off vibe. Even I haven’t approached him yet. He’s better off left alone right now, Brandon has even warned me to give him space and I’ve taken it on board.

Drew looks even worse. She’s feeling guilty as hell and I feel so bad for her. She had no choice but to do what Strike ordered. I would have done the same in her position.

“How are you holding up?” Elise quietly sits beside me as I brush through Lorena’s hair.

She loves her hair being brushed, I remember Marie telling us all and Lorena really does. In fact, I don’t know how long I’ve been sat with her. I don’t mind though, she seem happy enough and it’s also helping me. I’ve been doing a lot of daydreaming whist running the brush through her silky smooth hair.