Little Toy Bikers and a Woman on the Run

by malenavillainess

She's been running from the powerful crime boss she left at the altar, her bio dad & SOA for too long. Time to fight. Saving herself means bringing down SAMCRO & its sexy vice prez Jax. She's too smart to fall in love with him. Jax can try to screw with her heart, but she's going to screw with his head. Winner lives. Too bad for her, someone is killing the women closest to him. AU

236. Chapter 236

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Little Toy Bikers and a Woman on the Run

Chapter 236 Cropped Out

He stared at the computer screen before picking up the laptop and hurling it at the window. It was bulletproof so it didn't break, but the laptop shattered. He wasn't worried. Everything was backed up to the cloud.

Son of a bitch. Just when he thought he had finally tracked her down with some biker, there were more pictures of possible sightings on the internet. The picture at the carnival hadn't been that good either. Probably wasn't her.

It hadn't been that close a match, but he was desperate to find her and hurt her. Maybe cut her apart piece by piece. He had never felt such hate until she'd left him at the altar. She humiliated him in front of all of his friends and business associates. She'd also stolen a great deal of money from him. He had every reason to hate her.

He looked at the picture again. Someone had cropped out the blonde woman and the biker. It didn't make sense. Why crop them out of the photo? It would be normal to crop the picture and then post it. Why crop it after it was posted? Maybe one of them was married or they were both married and didn't want a picture of them together on the internet. Or, the photo was cropped because she'd discovered it on the internet and asked the person who posted it to crop her out of it so he couldn't find her. It was pure chance that he had seen the original picture.

They could find the person who posted the picture and find out why the picture had been cropped, but that could get back to her. If she suspected that he was getting close to her, she would run. Each time she ran, it was harder to find her.

Finding the motorcycle club the man belonged to shouldn't be that hard. There were a limited number of clubs. They could watch the bikers and wait to see if she turned up.

He drummed his fingers on his desk as he tried to decide if he should pursue this lead. Why crop the photo after it was posted? The question swirled in his mind in an endless loop. Maybe he was beginning to lose his sanity and objectively. All he knew was that he needed to find her and hurt her until he didn't hurt anymore.