The Biker’s Mafia Princess novel Chapter 118

Scythe POV.

I would be lying if I said I didn’t miss being out on the open road again with the wind at my back and the feeling of being free. Riding my bike feels like I’m flying.

But I want to be back home laying next to Rebel and Dante. But this is a must. Savage called everyone home, nomads included. Until we find Sara and now Roman.

I was pissed when Dante called three days ago to tell us that Roman has gone fucking missing with his cunt sister. Why didn’t we see it sooner? Oh, that’s why because we have been chasing empty leads. Sara and Roman have both vanished, and it is pissing not only me off, but everyone. Tensions are mounting and soon enough we are all going to be pointing the finger of blame.

I pull up at a gas station to refuel and stretch my legs. I have Ripper and two of the prospects with me. We have taken in more prospects with what has been going on. More men means more eyes and ears to the ground.

My phone rings in my cut and I grab it out and see it’s Rebel calling me. I smile, god I miss her.

“Hey baby, how are you feeling?” I ask her and she sighs, but it doesn’t sound like she is at home.

“I’m ok, where are you?” She asks me, but I listen to where she could be. It’s noisy, the sounds of traffic and people talking over the din.

“Following another lead, three states over. Where are you? Doesn’t sound like you are at home where you should be Rebel.” I say to her with a slight bite to in my tone so she knows I’m not happy that she isn’t doing what she should be.

“You know me. I can’t just sit on my ass all day. I have to be doing something. Relaxing will be the death of me. So I’m out doing what I do best.” She says, and I roll my eyes to the darkening clouds. There is a storm coming in. Fabulous.

“Where are you Rebel?” I grit out and she chuckles.

“Nowhere near where you are, or Dante for that matter. Just know I too am following my own lead. Besides, I have an advantage y’all don’t.” She says and I lean against my bike and wait for her to tell me where she is and what she is talking about.

“I’m not in the mood, baby. I’m tired, hungry, and horny. So tell me, where is your fine ass and does Dante know you have left the house?” I say to her and she chuckles, ignoring the question. I swear to god she will be the death of me.

“Rebel! Where the fuck are you?” I snap at her and she goes quiet on the line. If it wasn’t for the background noise, I would have thought she had hung up.

“Don’t you ever snap at me like that again, Dylan. I’m out, following my own fucking lead. I’ll talk to you when you are not going to speak to me like shit.” She hangs up and I sigh as I try to call her back, but it goes to voicemail.

I clutch my hair and kick a rock, screaming fuck!

“Everything ok Scythe?” Ripper is watching me and I glare at him. He holds his hands up and fights the smirk that is threatening to split on his face.

“Peachy.” I say as sarcastically as I can as I call Savage. Who doesn’t answer. I ring RJ and the same thing. Then I call Dante and he answers.

“Hey, love. You ok?” He asks sounding cheerful. Well, I’m about to piss on his parade.

Thunder rumbles overhead, matching my mood. The first spots of rain hit my cut as we enter the state. Before long, the rain is bouncing off the road and we have to slow down. Last thing we need is one of us wiping out and ending up in hospital. We pull into the clubhouse and kill the bikes before running inside.

I wipe the rain off my cut and bare arms. Fuck, it’s cold. One of the ole ladies comes over with towels for us. I thank her and go in search of Savage when I see Hound sulking in the corner.

“What did she do?” I ask him as I get closer to him and he looks up at me with a scowl on his face.

“The little …” I raise an eyebrow, daring him to finish what he was about to call her. He gulps it down. Wise thing to do, considering the mood I am in.

“That little darlin slipped out of the bedroom window and staged the quilt. She even added a blonde wig for effect. It was only when Dante came barging into the house that I realised she duped me. God knows how long she had gotten away before she had the balls to call you.” I sigh and run my hand down my face. I look up at the ceiling and let out a huff of frustration.

“Was Ice able to get a hit on her location at least?” I ask and Hound shakes his head, no. Just fucking great.

Where are you Rebel? Where are you so I can come and get you and spank your ass red raw? I try once more to call her, even though I know everyone would have been trying to get hold of her. It goes to voicemail.

Fuck my life.