Everest's POV:

"Sin, calm down." Ghost's voice is steady, but I can feel my whole body shaking with rage. The scum took what was mine, and what's worse, I know exactly what he plans to do with her. I can't—I won't—let that happen.

"How the fuck do you expect me to calm down?" I snap, spinning around, towering over Ghost. My fists are clenched, and the anger surges through me. Austin grabs my arm, trying to stop me.

"Remember your place, son," Ghost says, his tone firm. I shrug Austin off and march towards the bar, needing to get away from it all for a moment.

"We gotta find out where they're hiding her, then the mafia will handle it from there. It ain't our fight anymore," Ghost adds quietly, making sure the rest of the brothers don't hear about the mafia's involvement. I shake my head.

"She's pregnant with my kid, Ghost. Nothing can happen to her. I don't know what I'll do if they hurt her," I croak out, my voice thick with emotion. I don't care who hears.

"Spread out, we need to find this place," Ghost announces, and I hear the brothers start to move. Ghost gives me a brief, reassuring pat on the shoulder before walking off.

Brooke walks over, her voice cutting through the silence. "Her phone must be dead. I can't even see her on Find My," she says, her concern clear.

"We'll find her, Ev," Austin says, sitting down beside me, his face soft but serious.

Before I can respond, the door opens slowly, and a woman walks in, her face familiar, though filled with obvious nervousness. It's Sara—Avery's cousin. She's clearly agitated, and her eyes lock with mine.

"What the hell do you want?" Brooke snaps, stepping forward and blocking Sara's path. The protective tone in her voice is unmistakable.

Sara flinches slightly but stands her ground. "I need to talk to Everest," she says, voice shaky but determined.

Brooke glares at her, her arms crossed. "What about?" she demands, eyes narrowed.

"It's about Avery." Sara says, her voice trembling as she looks from Brooke to Austin, and then to me.

Sara hesitates before continuing, clearly trying to gather the courage to speak. "Bree..."

My heart skips a beat. "What about Bree?" I growl, stepping forward. Every instinct tells me this can't be good.

Sara hesitates again, wringing her hands nervously. Finally, she blurts it out. "Bree... she was with me last night at the bar. She told me she gave Avery back to her husband... so you two could finally be together."

The words hit me like a gut punch. She gave Avery back? I feel the blood drain from my face, my mind racing. Why would Bree do that? But Sara isn't done yet.

"She... she also gave the Devil's Bloods information on how to get Avery and how to get into the compound," Sara adds, her voice breaking.

The room goes silent as the weight of her words sinks in. Bree, the woman I thought I could trust, betrayed me. She betrayed us all.

Austin steps forward, his expression hardening. "We need to find out exactly what Bree told them, and fast. If she's compromised, we can't trust her."

I shoot a quick text to Ghost. It doesn't take long for him to send me the information I need. Without hesitation, I turn and head for the door, the weight of what I'm about to do pressing heavily on me. I don't give a damn about anything else. All I care about right now is Avery and making sure no one stands in my way.

I storm out of the club, heading straight for my trailer. I slam the door open, my gaze instantly landing on Bree. She's sprawled out on the bed, passed out. The smell of alcohol and stale air hits me. I feel the presence of Austin and two other brothers behind me, but I don't acknowledge them. I don't care who's watching.

Bree stirs as I step forward, her eyes fluttering open. When she sees me, she smiles, that familiar seductive grin creeping onto her face. "Hey, baby, I knew you'd come back," she purrs, trying to reach for me.

I don't say a word. Instead, I step aside so the brothers can move in. They don't hesitate to grab her, their hands rough as they drag her out of bed. Her smile falters, and panic sets in.

"Wait! What the fuck are you doing? Sin, baby, what's going on?!" she screams, thrashing in the brothers' grip. She kicks and struggles, but they hold her fast, carrying her out of the trailer while I follow behind them, my fists clenched at my sides.

The scene fades as we make our way to the basement. Bree is thrown into a chair, her wrists bound tightly. The cold, dimly lit room echoes with her sobs as she tries to make sense of what's happening. She's clearly frazzled, scared out of her mind. Her breath comes in shallow gasps, and her face is streaked with tears.

I step in front of her, my voice cold and hard. "Tell me what you know about Avery and where she is," I demand, my tone unyielding.

Bree shakes her head, her lips trembling. "I don't know where she is, Sin. I swear to God, I don't know!" she cries out, desperate. Her eyes search mine, but there's nothing but fear in them. She's scared, but I can't let that stop me.

I lean in closer, my voice low, dangerous. "You're lying. You've been in this long enough to know how things work. You give me what I need, or things will get a lot worse for you."

She shudders, but still, she holds her ground. She's been good at keeping secrets before, but I won't let her get away with it this time. I need answers.

It takes a few more minutes of pressing, of breaking her down slowly, until finally, her walls crack.

"They... they're at the abandoned mansion off 229," she whispers, her voice barely audible, filled with defeat. "That's where they took her."

I don't wait for another word. I turn on my heel, walking out of the room. I don't look back, but I know the brothers will handle it from here. I need to confront the real threat now.

I make my way down the hallway, and that's when I see him—one of the Devil's Bloods, a kid who looks no older than 15. I recognize him. He's the one who tried to break into Avery's house that night, the night everything started to fall apart.

He's trembling, his eyes wide with fear. He's caught. And now, he's mine.

I stop in front of him, my presence looming over him like a dark cloud. "What's your name, kid?" I ask, my voice cold.

He stammers, looking terrified. "C-Chance," he manages to get out, his voice cracking.

"Chance," I repeat, almost like I'm tasting the name. I let the silence stretch between us before speaking again. "You want to live, Chance? You want to be a brother in this life? Then you're gonna have to make a choice."

His wide eyes flicker between me and the door where Bree is being held. I see the fear in him, the uncertainty. He knows what I'm about to ask.

"If you want to live, if you want to be part of this, you'll kill Bree," I say, my tone flat and emotionless. "If you don't, someone else will do it. But I'll make sure they kill you, too."

Chance is shaking now, a bead of sweat forming on his forehead. His eyes dart to the door again, back to me, and then he nods, slowly, trembling.

"You'll do it?" I ask, my voice low and demanding.

He nods again, his voice barely a whisper. "I'll do it."

I leave him standing there, the weight of the choice hanging over him. I head back toward the basement door, and just as I reach it, I hear a scream. It's sharp, filled with pain—and then a gunshot rings out.

I don't flinch. I don't look back.

I gather a group of brothers, and we head toward the bikes. I can feel the tension in the air as we get ready to ride out. This is it. Avery's still out there, and nothing will stop me from getting to her. We all mount our bikes, and without a word, we start the engines.

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AVERY'S POV:

I slowly begin to regain consciousness, my vision blurry, like a fog lifting from my mind. My head aches, and the cold, stale air around me makes it hard to focus. I blink rapidly, trying to clear the haze, and slowly, the shapes in the room start to come into view.

I look around, but nothing makes sense. The walls are cracked, peeling paint flaking off in places, and the floor beneath me feels hard and uneven. The room is large, but it feels small, claustrophobic, like it's closing in on me. I can't see anyone around, but I can hear faint voices in the distance—murmurs, hushed conversations that I can't quite make out.

I try to move, but a sharp, sudden jolt of pain runs through my wrists, and I freeze. Looking down, panic grips me as I realize both of my hands are tied tightly to the bedframe. The ropes dig into my skin, my arms aching with the strain. My heart races as I try to pull free, but it's no use.

I take a shaky breath, the reality of my situation sinking in. I'm alone in this room, trapped, with no idea where I am or how I got here.

Just as the panic starts to overwhelm me, the door creaks open. I flinch, and my breath catches in my throat as Logan steps into the room. He looks at me with a twisted smile, one that sends a shiver down my spine.

"Well, well, look who's finally awake," Logan says, his voice smooth but with an edge of malice.

I fight against the ropes, my heart pounding in my chest. "Logan, please... please, you have to let me go," I plead, desperation creeping into my voice. "I don't know what you want from me, but please, just let me go."

He watches me for a moment, his expression cold. Then he steps closer, and I can feel the weight of his presence pressing down on me like a heavy stone. "We'll be going soon, just waiting for the plane to drop," he says, his tone casual, almost bored.

Before I can respond, two of the Devil's Bloods step into the room, their eyes cold and unfeeling. They move toward me, their hands rough as they untie the ropes from my wrists.

But then they re-tie them—this time behind my back, pulling the ropes tight, cutting off my circulation. I gasp in pain as they finish, the pressure on my wrists almost unbearable.

Logan watches the whole thing, his eyes never leaving me. "It's not going to be much longer, Avery," he says, his voice low and taunting. "But for now, you're coming with me."

I'm too weak to fight back as he grabs my arm and pulls me to my feet. The room spins for a moment, but I manage to steady myself. I'm terrified, but something inside me refuses to let the fear consume me completely.

I'm not giving up. I'm not going to let him win. "I'll never be yours!" I spy at him and he freezes whipping around. His hand slapped across my face, sending me crashing to the floor. I gasped, my hands instinctively flying to my cheek, the sting sharp and overwhelming. A sob tore from my throat, my heart racing with panic.

Two men—Devil's Bloods—moved quickly, grabbing my arms and forcing me down. I couldn't escape. Logan loomed over me, grabbing my face roughly, forcing me to look at him. His lips pressed against mine, and I could feel the tears start to spill down my cheeks, the overwhelming rush of helplessness taking over.

I tensed, unable to move as he yanked at my clothes, his actions frantic and cruel. I wanted to scream, wanted to fight back, but I was frozen, my mind screaming as everything felt out of my control. The room spun, and all I could do was brace myself for whatever came next.

"Oh baby, you should've thought about that before you married me," Logan sneers, his tone dripping with malice. I feel disgust rise up in me, my body shuddering at the words. "Give us some time alone, would you?" he says to the men in the room, and they immediately let go of me, walking out as Logan stares down at me with cold eyes. "Maybe I'll let you guys get a taste next."

My heart races, my thoughts dark, consumed with one overwhelming idea—death. It feels like the only escape in this moment.

"Mmm, baby, you went for me," Logan says, a sick satisfaction in his voice, and my body reacts against him in horror. I try to thrash, to kick, to fight, but his knees pin mine down, holding me still, making it impossible to move.

"Please, no..." I whisper, barely able to speak. Logan stops, his eyes burning with malice as he grabs my face.

"What, you only like when the biker fucks ya?" he taunts. "Was I really not good enough for you, Avery?" His words sting, and I search for anything to say, anything to make him stop.

"You'll hurt the baby," I say, my voice shaking, but desperate. "You don't want to do this."

For a moment, he stops, looking down at my stomach, his hand briefly resting there. I don't know if he's considering my words or if it's just a fleeting thought, but then he looks back at me with a sick smile.

"You're right. All this stress isn't good for you," he mutters, standing up and brushing himself off as I lie there, exposed and trembling. I try to curl into a ball, trying to shield myself from him, feeling his eyes on me like a weight.

He whistles, and two men come back into the room. "Get her cleaned up, would you?" he orders, his voice sharp and commanding. I feel like I'm fading, like I'm no longer part of this world as the men lift me up. I don't care about being exposed, I don't care about anything anymore, as I feel one of them trying to dress me again, touching me in ways I can't stand.

A sharp yelp escapes my lips as I feel another pinch on my cheek. The sound of laughter follows, and I can hear the men chuckling as they toss my body onto the bed, treating me like dead weight. It feels like everything's slipping away as I lose consciousness once again.

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I open my eyes, feeling a sharp pain in my leg. The sting pulls me back to the present, and I blink, trying to focus. It's then that I realize Logan is standing above me, and one of the Devil's Blood members is tattooing something onto my leg. The buzzing of the needle fills the silence as I watch the letters take form: "LJ." Logan smirks, clearly satisfied.

"This way, you'll know you're mine, no matter what," he says, a cold edge to his voice.

I can't respond, and before I can process what's happening, everything goes black again.

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I slowly come to, my head pounding. I blink and look around, realizing that no one's in the room with me. I feel a heavy weight on my leg, and my eyes trail down to see the tattoo: "LJ." It's bold and permanent, a symbol of something I never wanted.

I look around the room, noticing I'm only wearing an oversized T-shirt and underwear. My restraints are gone, and I feel a surge of hope, despite the dread settling in my chest.

Without wasting any time, I start to work on getting out. The door to the bedroom is locked, but when I turn to the balcony, it's open. I don't hesitate—I rush to it, climbing down the side of the building. My heart races as I hit the grass below, and without looking back, I run.

But my hope doesn't last long. The sound of footsteps behind me grows louder, and I know they've found me. I don't have time to think before two Devil's Blood members are on me, grabbing me roughly and dragging me back to the house.

When we finally make it back inside, Logan is waiting for us. His eyes are cold and filled with anger. Without a word, he steps forward, his presence looming over me. "I just don't understand why you keep trying to leave me, baby..." His voice drips with frustration as he pushes a stray strand of hair behind my ear, his fingers brushing my skin with a force that feels more like a warning than a gesture of care.

My heart races, and I can feel my body tensing as he grabs my throat. His fingers tighten around it, and panic floods through me. I gasp, struggling for air as I desperately try to break free, but the two men on either side of me hold me down, restricting my movements.

I can feel the pressure building in my chest, the darkness creeping in as black spots blur my vision. His grip only tightens, suffocating me. "Do you think I like hurting you, Avery?" Logan's voice is low, almost mocking. "I'm starting to think you do this on purpose—so I have to do it." He chuckles darkly, as if the idea amuses him.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, he releases his grip. I collapse to the floor, my knees hitting the cold tile with a harsh thud. I choke and gasp for breath, my lungs burning as I struggle to get air back into my system. Tears well up in my eyes from the suffocating pain, but I don't have the strength to cry.

I can't think. I can't move.

But I know one thing for certain—this cycle, this torment, is never going to end.