standing with two older men and a guy who looks to be a few years or so older than us.
For some reason he looks familiar, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen him before.
“Do you all know who this is?” I ask, picking up the picture to show the three of them.
Chaz takes the picture out of my hand to get a better view before shaking his head and passing the frame to Hunter. Who does the same and hands it to Lex. None of them know who the guy is.
“He looks familiar for some reason, but I don’t know him,” Lex states as he hands it back to me.
“Yeah I thought the same thing. I’m taking a guess as to whether one of these older men is Lori’s dad and the younger guy is either a brother or cousin,” I grumble, setting the frame back down before going back to look around.
Moving down the hall, I peek into one room and holy fuck what I find staring at me is something from one of those crime thriller Lifetime Movies that Alexis loves to watch. Pictures plastered against the walls covering every inch of them. Some of them are of Alexis but most of them are of me.
“What the fuck?” This bitch was crazy. Staring at the images, she’d had some of me from high school at the football games. Some of them are from gigs. Others are just random.
“Tanner, Bishop and Jackson just pulled in the driveway,” Hunter calls out.
“Good, send them back here,” I call out, not taking my eyes off the wall.
“You got it.”
As I continue to scan over the images, I find one that’s alarming to me. It was the day I married Alexis. Only in the picture I’m not holding my wife in my arms but Lori.
This bitch needed to be in the looney bin. She fuckin’ photoshopped herself into a picture that should have been special for not just me but Alexis. Now it’s tainted by something vile. Maybe once I have my woman back, we’ll have a vow renewal. Something special, rather than just the vague memory of us getting married when we were nineteen.
“Tanner,” Bishop greets, letting me know he’s in the room.
Tilting my head slightly, I find him and Jackson both looking around the room with a grimace on their faces. “Bishop. Jackson. Thanks for coming.”
“No problem. We’re gonna have to call the police in for this,” Jackson grumbles.
“No need for calling the cops, this just became club business,” Twister seethes from the doorway to the room.
“Twister, you know we’re gonna have to,” Jackson says, reasonably.
“Not happenin’ man. This shit has to do with the club,” he snaps and looks around at the pictures. “Sick fuckin’ bitches.”
“What’s going on?” I demand.
“Chaz showed me a picture when we got here, said y’all didn’t know who the men were in the picture but we fuckin’ do. Don’t worry about the bitch out there dead. I’m sure she got off easy with only a bullet in the head. If it were me or one of my brothers, we’d have handed her over to Ally or one of the other ol’ ladies to handle,” Twister states.
“Who are the men?” Bishop asks.
“Dragon’s Fire MC.” My stomach drops at the mention of the MC. I hadn’t heard that name since the shit went down with Connors and her ex.
“Fuck,” Jackson yells.
“You got that right, Jackson. Good thing is two out of three of those men are dead. One died with three bullets to the chest and one to his head for what he did to my sister. The other died with the rest of his men that were at the clubhouse the day Lo–man was taken. Now let’s get out of here. Gadget’s already working on finding Alexis,” Twister states.
“If we don’t call the cops, we’re gonna have to take care of this shit,” Bishop mutters.
“Got it covered. Brass and Red will be here in a few to handle it,” Twister responds as he glances from Bishop and Jackson to me. “We’ll find her, Tanner. Remember, we take care of our own and she’s one of us just as you are.”
Nodding, I run a hand over my face. “When we find her, I want the fucker who took her,” I declare as I drop my hand and hold the president of the Devil’s Riot MC’s gaze.
Grinning, Twister holds his hand out. “You got it brother,” he states.
Shaking his hand, I nod. “Let’s get out of here. If