Brick Brick (Knights Corruption MC - Next Generation, #4) - S. Nelson Page 0,67

gonna be. We should be riding to those fuckers’ clubhouse to burn it down. I doubted they had Zoe and Braylen there. They weren’t very smart, but they weren’t that stupid. “Tripp, bring ’em in too.” My eyes widened at Marek’s request. It wasn’t code to include any non-club member in any discussion that took place inside Chambers, but I supposed we needed all hands on deck, and they did need to know what the hell was going on, and what they’d be getting mixed up in.

I rushed toward Morgan, snatching her arm, and pulling her away from Tag, practically dragging her into one of the back bedrooms. Her steps faltered more than once. I would’ve asked him to continue to watch over her, but he had to be in that meeting.

“What are you doing?” She tried to jerk her arm back but failed. Once we were inside, I turned her to face me, needing her to listen, obey and not ask questions. It was a tall order, given her natural curiosity, but hopefully she could tell from the commotion and the fierce scowl on my face, that I had no time to entertain any question she’d have.

“You have to wait in here until we’re done.”

“What’s going on?”

“I can’t tell you but just know that it’s serious. I need you to say in here, Morgan. Do you understand?”

She didn’t respond, instead narrowing her eyes at me like she was trying to figure things out. I shook her, tightening my grip. She winced but I didn’t have time to feel bad. “Do you understand?” I repeated, my voice rising.

“Yes.” I released her and she stepped back.

“I mean it. Not one foot outside this bedroom. I’ll be back as soon as I can.” Morgan rubbed where my fingers had been wrapped around her arms. “Do you trust me?”

“Of course.”

“Then believe me when I tell you that if you leave this room before I get back, you’ll regret it, in more ways than you can fathom. I’ve never been more serious in my life. Make sure you don’t—”

“I got it!” she yelled, her lower lip trembling in uncertainty and distress.

I ran down the hall and was inside Chambers seconds later. The room was filled, men leaning against the wall as there weren’t enough seats for everyone.

“What the fuck happened? How did they get them?” Marek leaned forward in his seat, resting his arms on the table, his expression fierce, his eyes landing on Ryder, who sat on his left next to Stone, then to me who was two seats down from his son. Before either of us could answer, the door swung open, Ace and Lincoln filing in and looking as confused as the rest of the men.

Ryder looked like he was gonna have a breakdown, his mouth opening and closing several times, but in the end, he couldn’t speak, our VP leaning close and whispering into his ear and clasping his shoulder.

“I dropped Zoe off at Braylen’s earlier. I told her not to go anywhere, not even outside in the backyard, to call me when she was finished, and I’d be back to get her.” Ryder made a noise, slamming his fist on the thick wood. “She called forty-five minutes after I left her, tellin’ me she was takin’ Braylen to the doctor because she didn’t feel good. I told her to stay put until I got there, but she didn’t want to wait. Ryder called Braylen and told her the same thing, but they wouldn’t listen. We rushed out of here and were going to meet them there. I even made Zoe stay on the phone with me the entire time, but when she pulled into the parking lot, she said she needed to hang up.”

“How did they get them?” Ryder shouted, burying his head in his hands.

I continued after Ryder’s quick outburst. “We were told Braylen never checked in, even though her SUV was sitting there in the parking lot. Then…” I took several breaths, but the only thing the silence did was fuel my rage. “I tried Zoe over and over until the call finally connected. Only it wasn’t her who answered.”

“Who was it?” Trigger asked, his impatience matching those of everyone else in the room.

“Dutch.” My throat constricted on a hard swallow, the silence that ensued thick and stifling. We’d all heard about Dutch and what he liked to do to women using knives. I could barely wrap my head around the possibilities of what he’d do to