로그인WrenAnger rumbles in my chest. Hot. Fiery.“You just fucking cut me, Lydia!” I spit. “And for what?”She pauses, and tilts her neck. “Watch your tone.”“You cut me and I should watch my tone?” I scoff. “If I wasn’t tied up right now, god help me, Lydia...”I feel a tap on my shoulder and I clamp my mouth shut. A light warning from Ajax, probably asking me to tone it down until Ezra and Ray get here.“No, go on. What would you do?” She taunts, eyes glinting.My jaw ticks. “Release me and find out.”Reginald barks out a laugh, and Lydia joins in. Somehow, it’s a cue for the rest of the men to add their own nervous laughters.It only riles me up further. All the tears have stopped, in its place is rage.I struggle against the ropes around my wrist, and when I’m not able to break free, I snarl at all of them.“AJ, release—” A loud ringtone pierces through the air. It’s from Reginald, and he digs it out, brows pinched together.“Lyd,” he calls. “It’s Ezra Jax.”Lydia raises a brow at me,
Wren“Does that hurt?” Ajax whispers, tugging at the rope on my wrist.I swallow and whisper back. “No.”“Sure?”“Yes.”He straightens, testing the rope one last time and the chair. I’m strapped to a chair in a beaten down warehouse.My wrists are tied behind my back, another rope wraps my torso around the chair. The position has my belly exposed and I wish I had my hands free so I can wrap them around.But I can’t.I fight the tears that spring to my eyes. They won’t see me cry. They don’t deserve my tears.It’s Ajax, Donovan and some other men that are in here with me. Reggie went through a door, leaving the scent of damp earth in the air.The only thing keeping in me check is that Ajax is here, and he said Ezra and Ray will be here soon.I hate to say it but right now, I want to be saved. Ajax and I can’t take all these people, it’ll be signing our death notes.No one says anything. It’s totally silent, all the men have hard expressions on their faces as they cling to their guns.“
EzraMy fist cracks again across Tristan’s jaw, and he sputters, sagging in Torch’s arms.“EJ, that’s enough,” Torch says. You’re going to kill him.”I crack my bloody knuckles. “That’s the fucking point.”“We need him alive if we’re going to get Wren back safely.” Right. Tristan’s going to be our fucking bait. If the Smitties MC need Tristan, they’ll just have to give me Wren.My jaw ticks as I stare at Tristan’s bloody face, head bowed slightly as he’s held up by Torch.When I jerk my chin at Torch, he lets go. Tristan drops to the floor like a groaning sac of potatoes. His eyes are nearly swollen shut.“Take a picture,” I instruct.Torch clicks it and we head out of the basement. It’s almost seven a.m. and still no word from AJ.Ray’s been texting since five, but I had to hold him off while we wait for Clay, Rivers, Monty—Craig’s biker, and others.The moment we head downstairs, I hear the front door open.I need to fucking change that password.I’ve been too occupied since I came
WrenI’m yanked out of the car by Donovan. I trip on the pavement, and fall.Pain flares up my knees, palms scratching on the pebbled floor. I wince, more tears filling my eyes as he pulls me up again. “Get up.”Something trickles down my knee caps and I don’t have to look to know I broke my skin from that fall and it’s bleeding.“W-why?” I whimper. “Ray trusted you.”“Ray’s a piece of shit, and so is Ezra. So shut the fuck up!” He sneers and drags me carelessly.Reggie and the others trail behind us, his cane hitting the pavement periodically. He mutters something that I don’t quite catch and I’m tossed into the building.It looks like a clubhouse, but way more empty with barely a handful of people who go silent when they see us.“Reggie.” Someone says, standing to his feet. “Ezra Jax’s girl?”“Yes.” Donovan answers, hands tightening around my arm.I try to wiggle away, but his grip only tightens, nearly cutting off my circulation. “You’re gonna pay for this,” I hiss. “Ezra and Ra
EzraRay blinks. “Come again?”“What?” Quincy’s eyes widen. “What is he…h-how..why?”“Remember that day we were investigating the mole situation?” I ask Ray.He nods. “The day I found out about you and my little sister.”If that’s what he’ll use to remember that day, that’s fine. But I remember it as the day Tristan touched my girl.“Yea. I had rushed out mid investigation because I received a ton of emergency calls from Wren.”“W-what are you saying, EJ?”EJ. He’s not called me that since he found out about Wren and I, and this may sound crazy, but it assures me that our friendship can still be salvaged.Hopefully.“Tristan was in my home,” I reply.He stands to his feet, his chair nearly toppling. “You said Donovan was going to pick her up.”“Exactly.” I frown. “I asked Donovan to pick her up, but by the time I rushed home he was nowhere to be found. Instead, Tristan had his hands around Wren’s n-neck, he was ch-choking—”The words get lost in my throat. I can’t say them, I can’t ev
EzraThere’s some shuffling behind Ray’s door and my heart races as the footsteps come closer.Wren’s phone in my hand feels like a bomb, something I shouldn’t be holding. Not after everything that’s happened.“This visit couldn’t wait, babe?” I hear Ray’s annoyed mumble, and the door pulls open.His frown only deepens when he sees me. “What are you doing here?”Ray stands in front of me with a small sock in his hand—that could only belong to the baby—and a glare in his eyes.“Wren,” I begin. “She’s asleep,” he interrupts, and points his finger at me. “And you’re not welcome here. Stay away from my little sister.”And that fucking does it.The way he says ‘little’, like she’s a baby, a minor. Yet, she’s a full grown adult.Rage settles in my chest, all the anxiety I had earlier disappears. “This is not the time to be bitter, Ray.”“Bitter?” He scoffs and looks inside. “Is this what’s happening now, Quincy? You invited him for what exactly?”“Wren is in danger, Raymond. Let’s talk abo







