“Fuck,” I clip and head towards my bike, swinging my leg over my seat, and Harlen does the same with his. The rumble of our pipes fills the air as we pull out of our driveway. I ride ahead of Harlen onto Main, heading right to the store, where I know July was last.

The moment we get there, I see her car in the parking lot off to the side of the door, where no one would see it. My stomach drops and my adrenaline kicks in as I pull into the space next to it and look inside. Her purse and the groceries she had just bought are sitting inside on the passenger seat. I open the back door, knowing not to touch the front in case someone needs to dust for prints, and reach in to grab her bag, pulling out her cell to see if she had gotten a call from anyone else, and there are no messages or anything in her call log.

When I lift my head, I see Harlen is on the phone, so I head into the store to see if anyone had seen anything, which no one has, and they don’t even have cameras, so that’s out. When I get back outside, Jax, Talon, Sage, and July’s uncle Nico are waiting near her car, with Harlen, Mic, Everett and two officers I don’t know.

“Z’s at the house with Kayan,” Mic says when he notices me looking at him.

“They got any cameras?” Nico asks, and I shake my head while walking closer to them, instead of going to the building and punching the shit out of it to relieve some of the rage I have pumping through me.

“You gonna be able to keep your head?” Nico questions, and I glare at him.

“I find who took her, they’re dead,” I say, meaning that shit to my core. Not if, but when I find them, they will pay with their lives for taking her from me.

“Do I need to take you in?” Nico asks, and I fold my arms over my chest. Uncle or not, I will lay him out if he thinks he can take me anywhere.

“You gonna stand around all day asking dumb as fuck questions while my woman is out there somewhere?”

“I’ma let that slide, ’cause I know you’re worried about my niece, but say some shit like that again and I will put you down,” Nico threatens, and my body stills and expands, ready to tackle his ass to the ground.

“Brother,” Mic says, and I turn my attention to him, “cool it.”

I run my hands down my face, attempting to get myself under control. Lashing out at everyone isn’t going to help anything right now. “What do we know?”

“Nothing.” Nico puts his hands on his hips. “She had no enemies, and the man I would have thought had something to do with this is in prison awaiting trial.”

“Fuck,” I rumble, and then think about Landon. It’s a long shot, but he may know something. “I’m going to ride to Mamma’s Country.”

“You think someone there is connected?” Harlen asks, straddling his bike.

“Not sure, but it’s doing no good just standing around here,” I mutter then look at Nico. “You call Asher?”

“Yeah, he and November are going to your house to wait and see if she showed up there.”

“Thanks, man. Call me if you find anything, and I’ll do the same,” I tell him, and he lifts his chin. I straddle my bike, start it up, lift my chin, and take off. It takes fifteen minutes to get to Mamma’s Country, and the parking lot is empty except for a few cars I’m sure are regulars at the bar during the week. I park close to the entrance, Mic on my left, Harlen on my right, and we get off our bikes and head inside. Tommy is behind the bar, and his eyes come to us.

“Where’s Ronnie?”

“Office,” he says, and I head back behind the bar and knock once, opening the door without waiting for an okay. As soon as the door opens, Ronnie is standing behind his desk with a nine-millimeter aimed at us.

“Jesus,” Ronnie says, putting away his gun. “What are you doing here?”

“You know anything about my woman being taken today?” I ask him, and he sits back in his chair and his face goes pale. Knowing what happened to his daughter I’m sure he gets how fucked up this situation is.

“No, son.”

“Where’s your boy?” I ask, and he looks at the three of us. I’m sure we look imposing as fuck standing in front of his desk.

“I’m here,” Landon says, coming into the office and walking around to stand next to his dad. “What’s going on?”

“July was taken from outside the grocery store on 5th. You know anything about that?”

“No,” he says, looking at each of us then his dad. “Since Snake got locked up, things have been quiet.”

“You know a guy with a tattoo of a spider on his skull?”

He swallows and then looks at his dad again then back at me. “Snake’s brother, River, has a spider tattoo.”

How the fuck did I not know he had a brother? “You know where he hangs?”

“No, he used to work at the tattoo shop on Westend, but since that place got new management and they didn’t much like the fact he had a history of being inappropriate to the women who came into have work done, they let him go. “If you go over there, they might be able to tell you some info,” he suggests, and I know exactly who he’s talking about.

Blaze and his boy Jinx just opened a tattoo shop in town and bought out the people who owned Daniel’s Bar, where July, her sisters, and her cousins had gone to drink. Jinx was a recruit, and Blaze came to talk to us a week ago about wanting into our club. We were still talking about it. Our crew has always been small, but since moving to town, there has been an influx of new recruits, guys who have ridden solo, or who have crews that are into drugs or other shit we’re not into, and they want to ride clean.