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completely disappeared afterwards. Either way, up till now, he has indeed been untouchable.”
    “I hate him already,” Slade grumbled. “Do we get to kill him?”
    “Not yet,” Grace said. “One thing at at time. First, we need to get Vanessa out of there.”
    “What’s the wife’s story?” Riot asked.
    “She’ll give us more details later. All I know is she wants out desperately and she sounded extremely serious about helping get the girls out of his control.”
    “So, what’s the plan?”
    “Royce has her on constant lockdown. He only lets her leave when she’s accompanied by himself or a bodyguard. Vanessa is going to fake having a medical problem that requires her to see a doctor, and we’re going to be there to get her out. Hopefully, this part of the plan will be easy to execute. I’m borrowing a friend’s doctor’s office in Portland for the day. I’ll pretend to be the doctor, we’ll take her out the back door, and one of you will be nearby to make sure the bodyguard doesn’t interfere.”
    “Sounds simple enough,” I replied. All eyes turned my way. “What?”
    “Just when you think something is simple and easy,” Ryder warned, “is when things go to shit. Stay on your toes, Wreck. Simple doesn’t always stay simple.”
    “Duly noted,” I nodded, looking down at the table. I knew I had a lot to learn, and I was determined to stay humble about it.
    Ryder didn’t have to take me in. I was a hot mess when I arrived, drunk all the time, hating life, completely directionless. Solid Ground and the Gods of Chaos MC had given me a new lease on life. A new reason to keep breathing. I was more than a little bit grateful to them.
    “We’ll execute tomorrow,” Grace said, as a little rush of adrenaline sped through my veins.
     
     

CHAPTER FIVE
    Vanessa
     
     
    “I tried taking care of it myself, Royce, but it’s getting worse,” I said. “I need to go to a doctor.”
    “Fine, I’ll have someone sent over in a few days,” he replied, with a dismissive wave.
    “I’ve already made an appointment for today. I can’t wait,” I replied.
    “You aren’t leaving this fucking house, Vanessa,” he snarled. “I’ll have someone come over in a few days.”
    “Have you ever had a yeast infection, Royce? Waiting isn’t a fucking option!” For good measure, I began scratching at my crotch in front of him. Just as I’d hoped, he cringed.
    “Gross, for fuck’s sake, Vanessa!” he yelled, turning his eyes away as if I’d just shown him a bloody tampon or something.
    “Look, it’s a simple fix, but I need some prescription strength medicine. I’m not waiting, Royce, I feel like I’m being eaten alive!”
    “Fine, goddammit!” he growled. “I have a meeting today. Travis will take you.”
    “That’s fine,” I said. I knew I’d never get out of here without one of them by my side. And it would be easier to get away from Travis. If Royce went, I knew he’d never give me a second of privacy. “My appointment is at noon.”
    “Whatever,” he said. He was staring at his phone and sitting on our bed, glancing up occasionally as I dressed. His twelve thousand dollar Italian loafers rested on the black and white striped zebra hide spread on the floor, which I fucking hated with a passion. It was a fitting example of his cold heartedness. All I saw was a tortured, dead animal, and he somehow saw luxury and privilege.
    “You need to do more squats,” he mumbled, as I turned my back to him.. “I see a little cottage cheese on the back of your thighs. You aren’t allowed to get fat, Vanessa, you fucking know that. Do I need to put you on a diet again?”
    I suppressed a groan, instead turning and smiling at him.
    “Is that so?” I asked. “I hadn’t noticed. I’ll make sure to do some extra squats in the gym.” Royce insisted I stay in shape, often complaining about the tiniest things about my appearance. He’d installed a gym in one of the spare bedrooms of our West Hills