Fang 28

Gypsy

Hansel had been playing it down.

Sure, it was bad enough that one of their prospects was in the hospital, and that several bikes had been damaged, but he had neglected to mention one key fact.

The word WHORE, written in three-foot letters across the front wall.

This hadn’t been an attack on the Savage Sons, it was an attack on me.

He had found me again, and this time he had taken my baby. Was Woof in pain right now? Was he hurting him?

The more I stared at the words, the more I shrank back. It had been stupid of me to think he would let me be happy. It didn’t matter where I went, I wasn’t safe. He had taken so much from me and now he had Woofy, and...

“Come here.” Fang's arm went around my shoulders, pulling me into his side. It should have made me feel safer, but I felt nothing but emptiness.

“Get someone to the hospital with the prospect. And clean that shit off my wall.” His chin jutted in the direction of the clubhouse before he turned to me. “Let’s get you inside, Sunflow