2. Dragon

Chapter 2

Dragon

"I'm not waiting!" I snarl at Ford. He has no idea what a twisted, sadistic bunch the Feral Kings MC is.

"I have a man on the inside, Dragon. If there's hope of getting your woman, it's him that will and can do it. If you go barging in now, you will do more harm than good," Ford argues.

"A man on the inside? One man against the rest of them? If you think that will save my fucking woman, you're insane. Eyeball is a fucking lunatic. I don't want him breathing the same air as my woman!"

"Si. I want this fucker's head on a motherfucking plato. No one touches my hija. Noone ," Skull joins in.

I want to tell him to shut the fuck up, but I can't do that. As much as I never liked the girl, Gabby is his daughter. It might make me a monster, but I could not care less about the bitch. I just need my woman back. If Skull and his men are going to provide extra firing power to achieve that? So be it. I know for a fact that once I go in to get my woman, I'm going to make sure that nothing remains standing. I will burn that club to the ground and dismantle any remains of the clubhouse brick by brick.

"We need to wait until my guy can get to Nicole and the girl?—"

"The chica has a name. It's Gabriella ," Skull growls, clearly close to his limit. "I am not waiting. I don't know you or your man. I will not trust them to watch out for my hija. She is mine to protect."

"So is my woman. We will ride like I said," I growl. "You're either with me or against me at this point," I growl.

"D-Dad. Stop."

I turn as T walks in with Dom. I can't pretend that I like seeing another club's cut on my son. It hurts less than it used to. Right now, my focus is on my woman, so I shake it off.

"Stop? This is your mother these fuckers have, T. Do you have any idea what they do to women? Hell, their president's own sister has been in hiding from them for the last three years!"

My gut clenches and I try to ignore the burning I feel inside. There's a need brewing inside of me for destruction. I will destroy these motherfuckers who tried to take my woman away from me.

"King will get to them. He will k-k-keep them safe and find a way to get them out of there."

"King?" I bark, bitterness building so heavily that it's choking me.

"D-Dad," T sighs, but doesn't say anything else.

"The kid hates me."

"With good reason," Ford mutters.

I glare at him, but don't say shit, because for the most part he's right.

"Ford, sh-shut it."

The man grunts and T crosses his arms and looks at me. Again, I can see the man he has become, and I feel pride.

"King has been approached by the Feral crew numerous times. He's been toying with them because we've had some issues that we think they're responsible for. A few days ago, they told him they were coming after you. They knew everything about King. We don't know who they got that information from. King has taken great pains to hide his past and I think you know what I'm gettin' at here."

"Everything?" I ask, looking at Ford.

"Everything," he confirms with a shrug. "Thought King would like to help them to get revenge on you."

"Why wasn't I warned?"

"We just found out late last night. I was calling you today to set up the meeting, but then you called about the kidnapping."

"When's the last time you spoke with this King?" Skull asks.

I just keep staring at T. My head is all over the place. It feels as if I'm in quicksand and I'm slowly drowning. I need my woman home. That's all I can think about—all I can concentrate on. I need her home, safe and somewhere where I can touch her myself and make sure she's okay.

"A few hours ago. The Ferals have him jumping through hoops. King knows they're testing his loyalty."

"Has he seen Nicole?"

"And my daughter? You keep forgetting her, Dragon!" Skull growls.

I rub the back of my neck and look at Skull. "I'm not forgetting. If I had, I wouldn't have called you to begin with," I snarl.

"It's your fault she was taken!"

"Bullshit!" Dom growls. "Your daughter has been playing me and T as fools l for years. She was here because she didn't want you, or any of your club, to find out she was trying to get pregnant. She was trying to trap me into believing the baby was mine."

"You son of a bitch. Spreading lies on my hija. Debería destriparte como a un pez."

"You touch my son and you'll be on my list right beneath Eyeball and his assclown posse," I growl.

Dom thrusts a folder into Skull's chest. I didn't even realize he was carrying one. When Skull doesn't grab it, he shoves it harder, making it crumble in on itself. "Here, read all about your daughter's twisted plan and if you ever threaten me or anyone belonging to me, I will be the one to gut you, old man."

"Dom," I murmur, feeling pride, but knowing I need to call him down. Right now, everything is about his mother. My world.

Dom steps back, nodding at me, fury running through every inch of him. I can see it, because that's exactly how I feel.

"You expect me to sit on my damn ass while I wait for a man who doesn't even like me—has every reason to hate me and my woman? Not happening," I growl at both T and Ford.

"You n-need to at least give him a couple of days to f-find a way to get Mom and G-G-Gabby in an area we can reach them easier. He'll d-do that, Dad."

I look up at my son. He's doing so much better. He's flourishing, and it's clear that he has complete faith in King. Fuck, I'm not even sure how I feel about the man's existence. I know none of this is his fault. It lies on my shoulders. Doesn't make it a damn bit easier to swallow. It makes it worse.

"I want their exact location now. Me, Skull, and our crews will go down there and be in place. The rest of you can follow. If you're not there in two days, I'll consider our alliance void. Breaker, make sure the rest of our chapters know where we are and when they need to be there."

"D-Dad…"

"I'm not cutting you out, T. If you want to be there, ride with us. If not, come with your crew. We'll give King one day. That will get us settled down there. I'll take stock of the situation when I'm there, but if you think for one second that I'm going to let my woman stay in those fuckers' hands, you've been away from home too long, T."

My boy frowns, shakes his head, but answers, "I'm going with you."

I nod, feeling a bit of relief that he agreed. I wasn't sure. I turn and look at Ford. The man looks resigned. "You'd be doing the same if the woman was yours or Lyla was involved."

He nods. "I'll be in touch."

I walk away and jump on my bike. We hit the road, and I can't even enjoy the fact that my two boys are riding side by side, right behind me. My mind is too consumed with gut-wrenching terror. I can barely breathe. I've only felt fear like this three times in my life. Once when I thought Nicole was going to die, and then when I thought she was walking away from me when Dom was born. The third was when she left me and took my kids to Tennessee. I knew I wouldn't let her go, so the fear was different—but just as suffocating. I would have locked her in the clubhouse and refused to let her leave until she submitted if I needed to. Still, I know my woman, and the only time she submits is when she's taking my dick. Nicole has always been lightning in a bottle. Deadly and combustible, yet beautiful and full of energy.

I'm missing her so badly I ache.

"Hang on, Mama. I'm coming," I whisper to the wind, praying that somehow, she hears me and knows I'm going to get to her.

I just need her to hold on.