Chapter 22

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As Grae locks the frount up, we are all heading to the vehicles when Ryker and Sandman pull up.

"Prez, got a minute?" Ryker asks as he steps off his bike and pulls something out of his saddle bag.

As we get closer I realise that it's a small box. Ryker hands it over to Xavier and I try to peak a look but Ryker moves towards me and slips his arm around my waist.

"Where did you find this?" Xavier asks.

"At the drop point. Grover found it when he arrived and thought it was from us but when he opened it he realised that it was meant for us. He swears that none of his guys knew about the drop but him and his driver and I would doubt that our guys would cross us." Ryker replies.

Xavier opens the box and pulls out some photos. These are not any photos, they are photos of me and Carrie, Ariel and even Candy and the girls. All of woman from everywhere.

I grab a couple and it's the one of Candy and Mindy out the frount of the saloon in town. It looks like a survellience shot as they seem to not even be looking at the photographer. The next is of Ariel and I at a cafe near work having lunch. I remember that day as it was when I told her about Ryker and I. These had to have been taken without anyone's knowledge as I don't ever remember anyone asking to take our photo. I can't even remember if anyone was sitting near us at the time.

I look up and Xavier and ask "What does this mean?"

Xavier starts to seeth as he holds a picture. His fingers start to scrunch around it like he wants to destroy it. I let it from his hands and gasp when I see that it is a picture of his mum, Bernice, up at the school tuckshop helping out.

Grae takes the box from Xaviers hand and examines the contents.

"My guess would be that it means that someone is threatening the club and that they are now threatening the woman of the club." Grae responds while he takes the photos off me and put them all back in the box.

"We need to get this to the police, they might be able to get some finger prints off them, so the less people who touch them, the better chance you will get." Grae tucks the lid back on and hands the box to me.

"When you see Ariel, see if she can get that copper who is always hanging around to run them, I don't trust that Bryson fella." Grae says.

"No can do Grae, he's the rat. He was the one who took me." I reply as I tuck the box back into Rykers saddle bag.

Stella pipes up "I might know someone, but I'd have to head back into the city for a little bit."

"That might be the best option at the moment." Xavier finally speaks.

His eyes look dark as he seems to be forming a plan in his head but he talks with a calm and collected voice "Stella, you take what you need and get to the city. Take Cole if you need too but get those photos checked out at least. Ryker, who else's touches them?"

"Just you guys, Grover and I touched the box only." He replied.

"Ok, we need to get everyone back to the compound. Grae and I will check out Mandy's place with Blaze. Knuckles, you get everything organised for a full lockdown. I want church happening the minute I get back." Xavier finished off with giving his keys to me as he was going to go with Grae in his car.

I'll admit I was shocked, Xavier loved his bike more than anyone but I'm not going to say a thing and give him a chance to think about what he had just done.

The men head off and I go over to Xaviers bike. Ryker is behind me and says "Are you going to be ok?"

"Yeah, I mean it has been years since I rode a bike and Xaviers is so much bigger than yours." I slip out as I gulp at the fact that I won't even touch the ground if I jump on his bike.

Ryker takes the keys from my hand and swaps them with his. "I prefer you riding mine as you've ridden it before."

I lean in and thank him for doing this as he helps me on his bike. He leans in to tighten my helmet and places a kiss on my lips.

"After church I think we need to have a chat with Roo and let him know everything." Ryker says as he saddles you on Xaviers bike.

We both start our engines and make our way down the road, back to the clubhouse.

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