Hell Bent (Royal Bastards MC, Montreal, Canada #1)

Chapter 32

Chapter Thirty-Two

With no word from the Dead-Eye club, Teller made the call for the men to split up. There were too many roads that led off the main highway, so half went with Vicious and the other half went with him. The sound of more motorcycles roaring down the highway had Vicious glancing over as one came up beside him. Player signalled to him they needed to head west.

Signalling for Player to take point, Vicious had no problem dropping to Player’s six. There were more roads than they could cover, but they’d have to keep going until every single one had been run. Without knowing who Jerome Michel was working with, they couldn’t call other clubs for help. This needed to stay in-house for now.

Love is complicated, he thought. Emotions could have you spinning in one direction, then in a split second, something made you realize that some things were trivial. All that mattered to Vicious right at that moment was finding Sway .

He couldn’t lose her. Not now, not after he finally found his angel. The day was starting to fade on them. Soon, darkness would engulf the city. Sway had to be terrified.

They needed to regroup.

They needed a new plan.

He didn’t know where Teller and the brothers who went with him were. Vicious and his team had finished their grid and were heading back to the clubhouse. A few of the brothers who knew their way around a computer had remained at the clubhouse to help Sherlock dig into more camera surveillance.

Sherlock had started pulling up every camera that gave him different angles of Sway being taken along with the van moving through the city. Every time they lost sight of the van, Sherlock moved blocks ahead in every direction, searching every single frame he could find.

Parking his bike, Vicious quickly walked inside to see if anything new had been found.

They had searched for hours on the highway, sideroads, and every known hangout that Jerome Michel haunted. They looked for any sign of the van being deserted, which would let them know they’d switched vehicles. Vicious knew his brothers who were still out searching were doing everything possible to help locate her. Pacing back and forth, Vicious tried calming himself down.

“I can see your mind racing over there, and what happened wasn’t your fault,” Lottie said from behind him. Halting the pacing, he looked at the younger woman. He forgot she was at the clubhouse. She looked as if she’d just woken up. Her hair, which was never out of place, was dishevelled, and her clothes were rumpled. Her feet were even bare.

“You don’t know that, Lottie.”

Rubbing her hands over her bare arms, Lottie shrugged. “Sway was digging into Tesh’s death hard until you two got back together. Dawson introduced her to one of his friends. The guy was scary. He gave Sway names of people to look into.”

Vicious stared off, seeing Teller and the others entering the room. “She said she decided to stop digging into it,” he said, keeping his eyes on the brothers as they walked farther in.

Lottie put a hand on Vicious’s arm, making him look at her. “I know, but what if this has to do with her brother’s death? What if she pissed off someone without even knowing and that caused her kidnapping?”

“The circumstances don’t matter, Lottie. She’s still gone.”

Lottie dropped her hand, letting Vicious walk away. As he moved, she saw Razor standing inside the doorway, staring at her.

Turning around, she started to head back to his room until she heard Vicious call her name. “What?” She didn’t hear what he said beyond her name.

Like mechanisms of a machine, the gears in his head clicked into place. “What did you say?”

“When?”

“About Dawson. ”

“Dawson and his friend were the ones giving Sway all the information on Jerome Michel, the Bloody Scorpions, and you guys.”

“Have you seen Jerome Michel with Dawson?”

“I don’t know what the guy looks like.”

Vicious quickly walked into the tech room and grabbed a picture of Jerome. Turning around, Lottie was standing in the doorway, so he handed her the photo and watched her face drop. “What is it?”

“This guy is always at Dawson’s place. But he doesn’t go by Jerome, at least not in front of me. He goes by Jerry.”

On a hunch, Vicious asked Sherlock to pull up the photos of all the men who had, one way or another, caused the chapter problems. Lottie scanned each image and told them who each one was. “All those guys are either fighters in Dawson’s camp or his friends. I’ve never seen or heard anything about the Bloody Scorpions.”

“Sherlock, pull up everything you have on Dawson Franks. Every property he owns and all of his associates that we know of.”

“You think Dawson is behind Sway being kidnapped?”

Vicious pointed to the image that showed Sway being shoved into the van. “What do you see?”

“That’s a van Dawson owns.” Lottie covered her mouth with her hands, shocked that she’d trusted Dawson. She listened as Vicious shouted out orders. Turning around, she walked out with tears streaming down her face.

Vicious looked back, feeling like he should say something to Sway’s friend. He saw the girl walking toward the back hallway, her head bent forward as her slender shoulders shook. Turning, he took one step in her direction before Razor stopped him.

“You have Sway to find, Vicious. Let me take care of Lottie,” Razor said as he walked past him.

He was thankful for Razor. He had no idea how to make Lottie feel better when his head and his heart were a mess. “Thanks.”

Razor waved Vicious off as he headed after Lottie. He knew where she was headed—his room. That’s where she was supposed to keep her sexy ass until he came for her. So much for her listening to him.

Shoving open the bedroom door, he came up short at seeing Lottie crumpled on the bed, sobbing into a pillow. Closing the door, he went straight to her. Sitting on the bed, he crawled in next to her, letting her settle in his arms. Stroking her long, dark hair with one hand, he let her cry into his chest. “We’ll find Sway, baby.”

Lottie sniffled, rubbing her face against Razor’s T-shirt. “What if you don’t?”

“Sweetheart, I don’t believe in what-if. I believe in facts, and the fact is we have twenty men, if not more, combing the city for her. We have Sherlock and a few other brothers tearing through every camera in the city, piecing together the movements of that van and Sway’s attackers. So, don’t give up on us finding her. You helped us out by identifying those guys in the photos. Not to mention you knew the van belonged to Dawson. Sherlock will find Dawson, and then we’ll get our girl back. Okay? ”

“Okay.” Lottie didn’t know why she did it. Blame it on her emotional state. Blame it on her wanting to feel some form of connection at that moment. She eased up Razor’s body and kissed him. When he didn’t kiss her back, she felt foolish, until he grabbed her by the hair and held her in place as he plundered her mouth with his tongue.