Sally took her hoodie off to reveal a very well muscled physique with just a sports bra underneath, "You just caught me about half way through my workout, so I'm already warmed up!"

Justin sat back and watched Sally walk up and give a little bitch slap to Heather. It split her lip and made her bleed a little. Heather laughed and spit on Sally's boots.

"You Bitch! I just polished those this morning!" Sally gasped.

Heather rolled her eyes and watched as Sally walked up to her then stopped. Sally planted her feet then punched her in the face, hard. Heather started crying.

Sally stepped back and signaled for Justin to ask his questions again, "Now let's try again Heather. Where the fuck is my wife? Who the fuck were those men? And where is Dominique?"

"Justin please," Heather tried again, crying, "We had such good times together!"

Justin motioned and Sally hit her again and Heather cried harder, "I don't know anything!"

"Liar!" Sally said a few good punches to the bound woman's chest area. She stopped again to let Heather absorb the pain and start talking.

"Need answers Heather," Justin said, trying not to lose his temper.

She finally spilled her guts about a man approaching her at a bar right after Justin kicked her out of the clubhouse, asking for info on Justin. She told him what she knew and the man took her back to his hotel and they slept together and had been ever since. She told them as much as she knew about Avery and her schedule, which just angered Justin to no end.

"Why do they want her?" Justin asked.

"To get back at you," Heather sobbed.

"What the hell did I do to them? I don't even know them!" Justin yelled.

"I don't know. I heard something about taking something from them," Heather sat crying.

"How does Dominque fit into this?" Justin pushed.

"She came with Greg. She wants her daughter back and you to suffer like she has. She said I could have you," Heather sniffed, finally getting her breathing back to a more normal pattern.

"Not ever going to happen!!" Justin growled, "Now listen up Heather. You are going to stay here until I find my wife and take care of this. And you better pray to whatever god you believe in that she is not hurt or I will break the code and come back and kill you myself, with my bare fucking hands. And I won't feel an ounce of regret for doing it!!"

Heather was sobbing again and nodded her head. Stevo grabbed her phone and was trying to find numbers to contact these guys.

"How do you contact them?" Stevo asked, scanning the numbers on the call log.

"Greg always called me from a blocked number...I had no way to contact him," Heather admitted.

Stevo groaned and went back upstairs to try and ping the phone to get a better location on where the calls may have originated from. Justin didn't understand technology crap and when Stevo started talking about it, he stopped listening.

Justin turned to Sally and hugged her, "Thank you. I'm sorry that I had to call you in like this when you are training. But you were my only hope of getting info out of her."

"Don't worry about it," Sally insisted, "This was great training for my next fight."

"Where is it this time?" Justin asked, still trying to understand how this little tiny little woman was an illegal bare knuckle fighter that traveled the world to win money. She had a stellar record and had even killed a few women from her attacks. She lived in a condo not too far from downtown and was a cousin twice removed or something of Mama June's niece. She had a horrible childhood filled with abuse and it changed something inside her. Dylan was still president at the time she ended up with Mama June at 16 when Justin was 21.

Dylan got her to finish school and set her up with a friend of his who had an MMA and Boxing gym and that was the perfect therapy she needed. She thrived and lived her life the way she wanted. And offered her services to MC anytime they needed her for shitty women who needed an attitude adjustment. She was fun and many of the guys liked to try and out drink her at club parties, but somehow she always beat them. She had been a little distant over the last few months, except for meeting Avery and coming to the wedding and Justin didn't know why.

"Series of fights in Thailand with a good purse if I can place first or second," Sally replied as she put her hoodie back on, "If I can place, I might think about retiring..."

Justin raised an eyebrow, "Really? And what are you going to do? You aren't the housewife type Sal."

Sally smacked him in the chest, "I'm not saying that, but you have lots of businesses that I could tinker in. You never know, maybe I might meet a guy..."

Justin almost laughed until he saw the very heated and intimate look that she flashed to Mikey and he returned. He watched as they almost lunged at each other to rip each other's clothes off, but Sally turned at the last minute, kissed Justin's cheek and said, "I assume that my payment will be coming?"

Justin nodded, "Once this is all over, see Cash and he will get you squared away. Love ya Sal."

"Love ya too President Man, Call me when Avery gets home. We can go get our nails done," She said and walked back up the stairs with Mikey's eyes following every move she made and adjusted the large bulge in the front of his jeans.

Justin told the guys the plan on who was watching Heather and for everyone else to continue with their plans from before, then motioned for Mikey to follow him. They went up the stairs and to the back door.

"You know that she means a lot to a lot of people, right?" Justin asked him.

"Don't know what you are talking about, Prez," Mikey lied.

"Bullshit. You forget that I know you Mikey. I don't have to say that if you hurt her I will kill you, cuz she can do that all on her own, "Justin replied.

Mikey sighed, "And I think that turns me on the most. Do you care man?"

"No, she is definitely a woman who knows what she does and doesn't want. But you might not want to eye fuck her so hard next time, just saying," Justin added, then said, "And don't try and deny it. The bulge in your jeans says you are harder than a fucking steel rod."

Mikey blushed a little and whispered, "I almost came when she was working that bitch over. Sexiest thing I have ever seen!"

Justin chuckled and shook his head, "Can you just wait until we have Avery home before you sleep with her? I need you both to think clearly."

Mikey hugged him, "Promise. Now let's go find our Queen."

The men left in Justin's truck to go to the hospital.