Prologue

PROLOGUE

SABOTAGE

Ryann is gone.

Someone had the balls to take her. Not only that, but they put her up for auction like she was an item to be sold off. Some would say it's the way of the world we live within. But this club, we don't let shit like this slide.

Anger, unlike anything I've ever felt before, sweeps in and takes over control of my emotions. Never has something like this affected me as it is now.

And it's fucked, considering the bullshit I've put up with in my life.

Ryann had a way of getting in there, though, becoming something to me.

My daughter, Fawn, has always been the most important person in my life. After what her mother put us through, leaving when she was little, I swore I'd be there for her. I always have been, but when she left for school, I took off, needing time for myself, away from the club. I went nomad.

If I hadn't gone nomad, I might've been around when she went through losing a part of herself. A part of her that she won't ever get away from. The emptiness of that it left behind marked her in ways nothing could heal. At least now she's got a man, a damn good one who will always be there for her. Together, the two of them lost something so precious at a young age and the secret nearly destroyed the both of them.

I'd been young myself when she was born. I did everything in my power to protect her, but I wasn't able to shield her from the lost she endured. One she kept hidden, even from me. If not for Ice taking care of her, she would've been alone throughout the whole thing. Even when she didn't have to be.

Now, she's happily married and the ol' lady to my Prez, Viking. Ironically, I watched him grow up. He's only eight years younger than me, but he makes my daughter happier than I've ever seen her. The two of them went through hell together and now have a child, living and breathing—my grandson.

It's weird to think I have a grandson at my age, but I don't give a fuck. The kid means just as much to me as my daughter does.

As Ryann does.

Fuck me.

Thinking of her, I can all but picture her and the danger she's in. With the information Pirate's been digging up on this broker, the more pissed I get that she's gone missing. Time's of the essence in finding her before it's too damn late.

The day we found her, Nevaeh, and Peyton in that fucking cell where Fawn had been held for only hours is seared into my brain. I'll never forget the sight of the haunted looks in their eyes.

Ryann is tough. Or at least that's what she lets others see. Inside, though, she's as vulnerable as a crystal glass.

I don't know her whole story. How she was taken and for what reason, but what I do know is she's wormed her way past the barriers I never thought I'd let anyone get past again.

The way I figured, I wanted to get my dick wet, I'd do it with pussy, but I wasn't going to get attached to another bitch. The way I figured it, the women who wanted me were all the same, but not Ryann.

Ryann, fuck, I didn't know a woman could taste the way she does. Feel the way she does. The one time I had her could never be enough, but I let her leave my bed. That didn't mean I didn't see the hurt in her eyes when she left it. She wanted to stay. I should've told her to stay and kept her with me.

Maybe if she'd been in my bed, I'd have taken her with me, and she wouldn't be missing now.

At the time, I kept telling myself she was too damn young for me. That she should be with someone closer to her age.

Now, I don't give a fuck about the age difference. When we find her, and we will, there's no doubt about it. I won't stop until she's back where she belongs. I'll ensure no one can take her from me again.

"Sabotage, you good?" Rock, my brother by the club and by blood, asks, straddling his bike next to mine.

"Fuck no," I snarl, looking him dead in the eye. One thing that's always held true between us is that we always keep it real—never letting shit sit.

"You gonna keep it together, or do we need to lock you down?"

"Anyone tries to lock me down, and I'll fight 'em on it. I'm not sitting on the sidelines with Ryann missing. Not gonna fuckin' happen." I won't let anyone stop me from finding Ryann and bringing her home.

She might have those who share her blood. A brother and mother, but that doesn't mean that's where she belongs. No, she belongs here with us. With this club. We're her family.

"You claimin' her?" he asks, watching me closely.

Starting my bike, I kick up the stand and give him the answer he already knows. "Damn right, I am."

Ryann's mine.