Page 49 of April’s Fool

Turning my attention to the live security feeds, my eyes lock on the main room, where I see several of the clubwhores sitting together, laughing. Venus has her head thrown back while two others high-five each other.

“Here,” Rimfire says, pointing to another screen, “April came back to the clubhouse.”

I watch him play the footage as Venus and two others confront her. They’re talking too low for me to hear what’s being said, but I can see the annoyance on my wife’s expression. She looks exhausted, which I understand. This past week, she’s studied her ass off for her finals.

Rimfire shifts the footage up the stairs and into the hallway of our rooms. April stops in front of our room, hand on the doorknob. She leans in slightly, then jerks back. I frown at the way she does this and see she doesn’t head back down the main stairs. Instead, she takes the secondary ones, the look of anguish evident in her features.

“Go forward on that camera,” I order. I didn’t need him to follow her on the cameras because I know that’s when she left. Whatever was happening in our room spooked her.

Not just spooked, it hurt her, and I’m not putting up with that shit.

“Already on it.”

The footage slows, and the two people who step out of the room make me see red. The new prospect, who hasn’t even gotten a name yet, steps out with DeeDee, one of the clubwhores. They stop in the hallway so DeeDee can fix her minuscule skirt as the prospect grins at her. The two of them look smug as shit.

“Cannon’s gonna lose his shit over this,” Rimfire snarls. “We might not have many rules at the club beyond respecting those within it. This is outright disrespect.”

“He’s a dead man,” I snarl, jerking upright and already heading for the door. “Keep an eye on that car tracker and let me know when it stops. I’m dealing with the prospect, then heading out to go after my wife.”

“You got it, brother,” Rimfire calls out from behind me.

I step out of his room and prowl down the hall. At the stairs, I take them two at a time. As I enter the main room again, I scan the room and find the fucker I’m looking for behind the bar. Cannon, Hornet, and two others are standing nearby as he hands them beers.

Stalking across the room, I keep my emotions locked down until I am right in front of him.

“You want a beer, Fool?” he asks.

Cannon’s phone rings as I respond to the prospect’s question. Moving quickly, I grip him by the neck and drag him over the bar, tossing him to the floor.

I hear curses and my name coming from my brothers behind me. The screams and screeches have me shooting a glare toward the clubwhores. I point and order, “Do not fuckin’ move. You all are next.”

The prospect scrambles to his feet as I close in on him.

“What the hell, man?” he demands.

“You think it’s fun to go into a member’s room in this club and fuck in there?” I snarl, landing a punch to his gut with enough force to make him double over.

“Fool,” Hazard calls, but I ignore him.

“Did you and DeeDee have a good time? Was it worth it?” I jerk the prospect upright and slam my fist into his face. “What game are you playing?”

“It was DeeDee’s idea, not mine,” he says, as if that will be enough to defend himself.

“You always one to be led around by your dick?” Red haze fills my eyes, and I hit him again.

And again.

I don’t stop until his face is a bloody mess, and Hazard, with the help of Trench, pulls me back.

“Calm down, brother. Take a breath,” Hazard orders, getting in my face so he’s the only thing I have to focus on. “What’s got you worked up like this?”

“He’s worked up because April’s missing,” Rimfire announces.

“Come again?” Cannon demands.

“Was calling you as he came down. You didn’t answer, so I carried my ass down here to tell you,” Rimfire grunts.

The prospect croaks and spits blood onto the floor as he barely manages to get to his feet. The sight of him has me launching myself at Hazard to get to him.