Drew begins to cry. “When Strike was here, he gave me a piece of paper and ordered I gave it to Lauren when we were alone. He said if I didn’t he would hurt Natasha and come back to take revenge on the women of the club.” At this she cries and our mum goes to hold her but Drew steps away. “No! I need to say this.”

“Drew, what was on the paper?” My dad asks.

“It was the address he wanted Lauren to meet him at. I wasn’t allowed to tell any of you, he said if anyone apart from Lauren showed up they would be killed. What should I have done?” She cries. “If I had told you, you would have gone there and gotten yourselves killed or tell Lauren to then save everyone else? I had to think of the families.”

Drew buries her face into her hands, sobbing and I feel for her. I really do. She was torn between two choices that were both impossible.

“Drew.” My Dad pulls her close to him. “Nobody blames you, you couldn’t have chosen and as far as I’m concerned you did the right thing.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Grim roars.

Drew’s eyes widen and I push him back a little. “Calm down.”

“Calm down?” He frowns at me. “She sent Lauren into the hands of the fucker who tortured her!”

“And she’s not the only one!” I remind him. “What was she supposed to do?”

“Not give her the address!” Grim shouts back.

“And let him come here and potentially hurt anyone here? Have you forgotten there’s children here?” At this Grim looks around at everyone listening to us.

Hanging his head, he storms outside and after a certain look from my Dad, I decide to follow Grim out. We’re both anxious to get our women back.

“I’m sorry brother.” I say as soon as we’re outside.

“No.” Grim stops me. “You don’t need to apologise. I fucked up. I love them both, Natasha is like a sister to me and Lauren, well she’s my fucking old lady. I don’t know what’s happening or what to fucking do.”

“We’re getting them back.” I growl. “They haven’t won! They’re our women, our old ladies and we won’t let that fuck take them away from us or hurt any other women. “

“Let’s go.”  Grim announces and my dad walks out with brothers walking behind them.

They all look pissed, nobody hurts a member of our club, female or male, it doesn’t fucking matter.

As I straddle my bike, feeling the familiar vibrations under me I swear to kill anyone who fucking harms Natasha. I feel like fucking shit that I didn’t protect her right. I should have been by her side, rather than talking with my dad and arranging to meet her back at the bedroom. I will take out my guilt on someone else, hopefully Strike.

Natasha is my woman and if anyone harms a hair on her beautiful body they’re dead.

Now that we know the threat, we are extra prepared for what’s waiting for us. Drew slowly walks out and hands a piece of paper to Grim. Nodding to her he looks at it and when she whispers something to him, he grabs her into a hug and then climbs onto his bike. My Dad signals and we ride out leaving our other brothers to take care of the families left behind.

My dad raises his hand and we all slow to a stop. When he gets of his bike we all cut our engines to hear what he has to say.

“We stop here, we don’t want to alert anyone with the bikes.”

None of us argue, we all park up and get our weapons sorted ready for the silent walk.

“Keep a fucking look out.” Grim warns us all.

Savage, Cuts and Ryder sneak to the left and hold their guns high, ready to take on anyone while Baby, Uncle Brace and College do the same to the right. Everyone else scatters around, silently looking into the dark on alert.

“What did Drew give you?” I whisper to Grim.

“The address, she wanted to make sure we were going the right way.”

Nodding, I fall silent again and focus on the task. I have to get my baby back.

We come to a long dirt road, and Grim decides to lead the way. Silently walking up, we scan the area and listen out for anything. It seems pretty empty, until we reach a large clearing and a barn appears. The doors are slightly open and we all raise our guns, looking around. While everyone stands guard, Grim and I are the ones to carefully take a peek inside and what I see turns my stomach.

Prospects shine torches from behind us and light the room. When I get a clear sight, I freeze. Blood is every fucking where! Splatted on the walls and covering the floor. It looks like someone had thrown red paint everywhere. I pray that doesn’t belong to either of the girls.

“Shit.” Grim curses and I spin to look at him.

Grim is looking down to the floor as he nearly trips over something. He orders the Prospects to light his way and I’m shocked to see a dead Switch lying on the floor.

“Fuck.” Switch looks like he had a violent death.

“Fucker deserved to die.” Grim spits to the floor. “I’m just gutted I didn’t get the pleasure.”

Of course I know all about Switch and his involvement with Lauren being handed to The Devils. I hate the fucker, Lauren means a lot to me and anyone who dares to hurt her deals with the club.

I hear a moan from my right. “What was that?”

“I heard it too.” Scrappy comes to my side.

“Shine the lights!” I order the Prospects and when I see Strike lying on the floor in a bloody mess, I don’t know what to do. It’s a mixture between finish the bastard off, or get some information from him.

“The fuck is he doing here?” Grim asks. “He should be with the girls.”

“Then who does have them?” I dare to ask.

Grim’s face darkens and he storms over to Strike. The men continue to stand guard and more torches are shone inside to make sure there’s nobody hiding in the barn with us.

“Wake up mother fucker!” Shout Grim, kicking Strike.

Strike groans in pain. “Fuck you.” He chokes.

“Where is she?” He leans down next to him.

“I don’t know.” He laughs.

I decide I’ve quickly had enough of this. I storm over and crouch down beside Grim, careful to not touch any blood.

“Listen you fucker!” I poke him with my gun which makes him squeal like a bitch. “Tell me where you have taken the girls!”

“I don’t know.” He coughs.

“Fucking liar!” Grim shouts, hitting him around the head. “Tell me where they are or I’ll end you right now!”

“Are you fucking blind?” He coughs again. “I’m dying anyway.”

“Then you better start talking quick!” I shout. “I’ll make your death more fucking painful than it is already!”

With a punch to his side he shouts loudly and then starts to pant, catching his breath. He really is going to die soon.

“I don’t know where Raven is.” He groans.

“Lauren.” Grim snaps.

Strike looks to Grim annoyingly. “I don’t know where she is.”

“Where’s Natasha?” I ask and he laughs.

“I don’t need to tell you fucks anything.”

“That’s where you’re wrong.” I click my fingers and dad walks in, holding the photos of Strike’s beloved sister. “Tell us, or she gets hurt.”

My dad shows him the photos and as soon as he does, Strike kicks off. “Where did you get that?”

“We have our own sources.” Grim grins down at him. “Now fucking tell me everything.”

“If I do.” Strike winces. “You promise to not harm Simone?”

My dad nods. “Agreed, if you tell us everything. Including Savage.”

Strike’s eyes widen. “You knew.”

“Of course we fucking did!” Grim laughs.

“He came to me.” Strike tells us. “He called me and said that he wanted Silver, but when we got her he decided that he wanted her and Raven. He turned my club against me and is now The Devils President.”

“Shit.” Dad groans.