The entire clubhouse shifted into lockdown mode after Saint announced Sabrina’s car was still sitting outside of town and suddenly every patched member looked ready to start a way before sunrise.
Knox grabbed his cut from the table while Roman loaded weapons beside the bar and tension rolled through the room thick enough to choke on.
“When was she last seen?” Knox asked sharply.
“About four hours ago near Miller’s road.” Torch said rubbing his jaw.
“Phone’s dead and nobody’s touched her bank cards.” Saint said leaning against the wall with crossed arms.
“That’s f*****g bad.” Crow muttered beaneath his breath.
Honestly, it was.
Even after all the screaming, stalking and insanity Sabrina brought into my life, hearing she might’ve been grabbed by Black Repears made cold unease s
