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tyles hated life right about now. Everything seemed to be crashing down around him. First Riley had walked up and decked him out of nowhere screaming at him. His right eye was supporting proof of that. It was still half swollen too. His sister could hit hard. It hadn’t helped later when Colt accused him of ratting him out for wanting to sneak off to Nevada City to see a girl. He’d tried to tell him it wasn’t him, but he wouldn’t listen and they’d gotten into a fight with the other boys egging them on. Their dad’s had ended up pulling them apart. That had resulted in a bloody nose and split lip. They’d been separated, and then Slater had told his dad to send him back to Reno, and he wasn’t allowed to come back if he was going to cause further trouble. He’d tried to tell his dad he hadn’t done anything, but of course he hadn’t listened to him. He wasn’t one of his golden boys or his princess like Riley was. He was the spare one. The middle child that he probably wished hadn’t been born. That was really eating at him, and he had no one to talk to about it.
So here he was on the way back to Reno, and the older boys had left him in the dust as usual. His older brothers laughed right along with the others as they had sped up and left him. There was something wrong with his bike though as he wasn’t getting much out of it. Probably was the spark plugs he figured. When he got to Cisco Grove he’d pull off and check them out. It was then he noticed he was almost out of gas. A groan escaped him as he knew he had filled up the day before. He should have made it a few more hours without having to get gas. Knowing the older guys they were probably waiting on him at that exit anyhow not wanting to get into trouble for leaving him further behind. They’d definitely razz him and give him even more shit. It had been a few days since they had all almost been arrested too.
His bike was sputtering as he pulled off, and he barely made it into the parking lot at Lucky’s Travel Plaza. Groaning, he got off of his bike, and started to push it towards the gas pumps. He heard it before his head whipped around, and he saw a black van hurtling towards him. He jumped back as rock’s flew when the brakes were put on it. Still it hit his bike, and he was knocked even further back on his ass. His bike was probably toast though, and he looked at it in horror seeing pipes bent on it now. So he was unprepared when two guys jumped out and grabbed him. They pulled him up as he let out a yell, and fought to get away. Another one got out, and as they held him they got his kutte off. He glared at them before gaping as one of them grabbed his knife and used it after tossing the kutte on the seat of his bike, and put the knife through it into the seat. It was then that he really knew he was in trouble. He wasn’t going to make it that easy for them, and he struggled as they drug him towards the van kicking and screaming. A hood was thrown over his head and he was thrown into the van. He was still fighting them as the door was slammed shut, and the tires squealed as they got the hell out of there.
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avier was a bit bored as it wasn’t that busy today. He noticed a lone rider coming in, and he could tell from behind the register where he was that it was a Son of Anarchy. That was odd, a few of the Reno boys had stopped by already to get a break, before heading onto Reno as they usually did. A customer took his attention then, and it wasn’t till he heard the screech of tires that his head shot back towards the lone rider. “Shit!” He exclaimed seeing a van had hit the bike that the rider had been pushing.
Jumping over the counter, and ran for the door yelling for the other guys in the shop. They had to have heard that though. He was barely out the door when they saw them dragging what looked like a younger boy towards the van. When it took off he yelled at the other guys to go after them. He was heading to the bike to find out what he could about the bike. He ran over to the bike, and cursed seeing the kutte knifed to the bike that the boy had been wearing. His boys were already on the trail of the van. He only had Woody’s number of the sons though so he grabbed his phone out of his pocket and called him.
You deserve a better man than me. so I decided I'm going to be the man you deserve.
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Woody had just sat down to enjoy a beer, needing a minute to relax. He was glad things were starting to settle down for the most part, grateful since they were hit with a crappy time the other day with the raid and kids being attacked and evne hurt. He pulled out his phone and saw Xavier's name pop up. He wondered what this was going to be about. He answered it after taking another swig of his beer. "To what do I own this pleasure, Xavier?" He was friends with Cisco Grove, so his tone was definitely friendly, not thinking there would be any issues at all.
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avier sighed hearing Woody answer the phone. “Well I don’t believe I would call it a pleasure. I just saw one of the Reno boys taken by a black Van. A lone rider pulling into Lucky’s before getting off of it and pushing it. I looked away for a couple of moments to take care of a customer till I heard screeching tires. I have no idea which one of their boys it was. A group of them were here not long ago taking a break before heading on to Reno. This one must have gotten left behind. My boys are after the black van as we speak.” He informed Woody not a bit happy about this at all. He walked around the bike checking it out figuring it was totaled with the damages to it. “I’d say his bike is totaled.” He shook his head.
You deserve a better man than me. so I decided I'm going to be the man you deserve.
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Woody closed his eyes hearing what Xavier was telling him. It was like they could not catch a break. It wasn't a large group that was heading back to Reno, as a bunch were still hanging around. From the sounds of it, it sounded like Styles' luck to be left behind for some reason, but he didn't want to say it was definitely Styles. "Thank for letting me know. I'll get a group headed that way and I'll call the group that was heading back to Reno to see if they can make sure everyone's alright." He really didn't think that was going to be a good call because he was sure someone was defintely missing. If it was Styles, he'd hate to be on the receiving end of River's anger. That man was truly a big teddy bear unless one of his kids was messed with. "Keep me posted on anything else you find out and if you could take care of the bike for now. I'm sure whoever it belongs to will be happy that it's in good hands," he said before hanging up, hoping this was just a prank, but totaling a bike seemed like a prank gone completely wrong and didn't think it was just for fun. He looked up the first Reno number he could find and called it, Slater's number coming up because he kept the most in contact with him as a President and it was on his recent call list. "Xavier called from Cisco Grove and he saw one of the Reno boys get taken by a black van," he said, not even greeting Slater or beating around the bush.
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avier looked around as he listened to Woody. “I can do that.” He replied and hung up looking down at the bike, not for sure how to get it over to the garage. Especially with the kutte knifed on it. He hadn’t even told Woody about that part yet. He stood there for a few more moments, before taking a step towards the bike when he heard some bikes coming. From the highway instead of the direction the van and his boys had gone. Two riders that were definitely from Reno and had been there earlier were riding in. He crossed his arms as they rolled to a stop gaping as they took in the bike. He shook his head when he heard the older one say that their dad was going to kill them.
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antz wasn’t happy that Styles was holding them up. All he was doing lately was causing trouble for all of them. Which was why he was on his way back to Reno with them. Even Archer wasn’t a handful like their brother Styles. Now he and Percy were on their way back to find their brother hoping he had at least made it to Lucky’s. He gaped as they were pulling in and he saw the bike there. He groaned inwardly as he and Percy cruised to a stop looking in horror at their little brother’s bike. “Dad’s going to kill us!” He swallowed hard seeing the Cisco Grove president there glaring at them. “Where’s Styles?” He asked kicking his kickstand down after turning off his bike and getting off walking over to the bike cringing as he saw it had to be totaled. He saw the knife holding his brother’s kutte on the bike and shook his head feeling bile rise up.
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later was sitting in a chair out by some of the others enjoying the peace and quiet as he drank a beer. He looked at his phone seeing Woody was calling. “What’s up Woody?” He asked him, blinking as he heard him, and was letting it register. His boys were in that group heading back to work at the bar this weekend. “Which boy was taken?” He growled out catching the attention of the others that were sitting there. “Both of my boys are heading to Reno with the group.” Talon’s boy Ryker and River’s three oldest boys were with them along with a few others. Crew’s boys were safe here at camp since his case hadn’t been totally dropped yet. All of the prospects were here at camp as well.
Percy had turned back around with his brother to go and get their younger brother since it was taking him so long to catch up. Even Styles would've caught up by then. When they arrived back at Lucky's he groaned knowing they really screwed up and their dad would definitely kill them. He got off of his bike and went over to the bike, knowing something bad really had happened seeing the kutte attached to his brother's totaled bike with a knife. "Shit!" He said, pulling out his phone. "We need to call dad," he said, dialing his father's number to let him know that Styles had been taken by someone and it's definitely a threat. When his dad answered, he said, "Something happened to Styles. His bike's totaled and his kutte is knifed onto his bike. He's no where to be found." He pulled the phone away from his ear, but wasn't fast enough, getting a roar of anger right into his ear before his dad started to cuss, loudly, into the phone. He didn't have to hang up because his dad had already did it and he said, "Dad's coming." He was sure everyone from a mile around probably overheard it on the phone, but he figured he'd at least say it out loud.
A wolf is not bad for eating and tearing apart something, if it's for survival. It doesn't do it to be menacing. -- Jason Momoa
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River looked over at Slater hearing his question. When his phone rang, he answered it, seeing his son's name pop up on the screen. "You guys couldn't have made it back yet, what's going on?" He answered the phone. He let out a roar of anger and started to yell into the phone. "What the hell do you mean something happened to Styles? What did you and your brother fucking do? You were supposed to watch him! I'm on my fucking way there now. He better be found before I get there or I'm going to rip you and Jantz a new asshole for letting something happen to your brother!" He hung up the phone and started to hurry to his bike to get on his way towards the route back to Reno. He was beyond pissed and he didn't even have to ask if anyone was going with him either. He knew others would be whether he wanted them or not.
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Woody frowned and said, "Xavier didn't get that good of a look at him. He said he noticed him pushing his bike in and seemed to have been left behind since a group of Reno guys had already been there and then left again." He suddenly heard an outburst and heard every word of it with how loud it was. "I take it you know who it is now. I'll get some guys together to help out and be heading out," he told Slater.
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avier heard the boy’s father loud and clear over the phone when he was yelling. He walked over and knelt down by the bike. “Some men in a black van grabbed him. My guys went after them.” He frowned as he noticed something. “Boys, somebody messed with your brother’s bike. The spark plugs are loosened and there’s a cut in the gas line. Somebody planned this.” He straightened back up, frowning. His phone was ringing then, and he answered it seeing it was the head of another club calling. His eyes widened hearing him as his greeting was interrupted. “You’ve got to be kidding me! You're going to go up against the Sons?” He shook his head hearing the other president. When he hung up he cursed. “I take it this Styles taken was your blood brother?” He asked and the older one nodded. “Why would your mother take him? Is she not in the picture?” He asked them.
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antz watched the president of the Cisco Grove Charter looking over his brother’s bike. “It’s no wonder he was falling so far behind.” He cursed looking at it himself when the man stood up. He looked up at him hearing him on the phone then. He straightened back up when he asked if Styles was their blood brother. He nodded at him. His eyes widened hearing him. It had been almost twenty years since his mother had even been brought up. He shook his head as he had thought his dad had probably killed her when he had found him, Percy, Styles, and Riley beaten and bloody that day so long ago. He remembered them fighting, and then the other sons were there and they were taken to the bar where they stayed for awhile. Jennie and Marcia had patched them all up, and comforted them. “Dad kicked mom out about twenty years ago after he came home and found us two, Styles, and our little sister Riley beaten and bloody by her.” He admitted to the man hearing him cuss, and pulled out his phone calling someone. He frowned hearing him tell someone to quit following the black van.
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later groaned hearing River and heard exactly who it was. “It was Styles. River’s boy. If Riley is down there with that boy of hers don’t let her know anything. Otherwise she’ll be tearing out of here to get to her brother like her father is now.” He was already standing up finishing up the cigarette he had. “Thanks Woody.” He told him and hung up, and he caught Crew’s arm. “You're in charge while we are gone. You're not going anywhere.” He told him receiving a dirty look, but he really didn’t care. Hopefully he didn’t tell Colt, but the boys were out swimming somewhere, and he hoped they stayed put. Though he had seen Archer heading down to the hotel not too long ago. “As soon as we know something we’ll let you know.” He told him as he headed to his bike, grabbing his helmet and putting it on. Then he climbed on his bike and headed out.
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rcher was tired, but he’d told his dad he was going down to the hotel to talk to Riley. He’d finished cleaning up her and Fiona’s tent after knocking over a soured beer in their tent the day before. They’d refused sleeping in their tent the night before, and made Styles and Colt sleep in it. He had no idea why they took his brother and Colt’s tent. So he’d gotten up early and cleaned up the tent and put his own sleeping bag in for Riley to sleep in since it had soaked her sleeping bag. Then he’d washed hers out in the river getting most of the smell out, but figured he’d use it till he could buy her a new one. At least it didn’t smell like soured beer in her tent any longer. Pulling up to the hotel he parked his bike, taking off his helmet, before getting off and heading inside. Once inside he figured she’d be rearranging the liquor again, that Tig had probably messed up for her yet again, and was letting her blame the prospects.
