She searches my face for a long moment, then gives a small, defeated nod.
As I guide her toward my truck, I notice a security camera mounted on the corner of the main building. It’s angled toward the parking lot where I saw the sedan hauling ass out of here.
After helping Honey into the passenger seat, I close her door and pull out my phone, dialing Zero.
He picks up on the first ring. “Yo.”
“I need you to hack into the security cameras at Hank’s Tree Farm on Badger Line Road,” I say, keeping my voice low. “Someone took Honey’s boys. I need to know who, and I need to know now.”
“On it,” Zero says without hesitation. “Text me any information you got.”
“Look for a man with two boys. He sped out of here in a black sedan.” I end the call and quickly send him all the details I can remember.
Rounding the hood of the truck, I climb in beside Honey. She’s staring straight ahead, her hands clutched tightly in her lap.
I wish there was something I could say—some way to make her forgive me.
Heaving a sigh, I start the engine.
We’re barely out of the lot when my phone dings. I glance at the screen.
Zero’s sent a photo—a clear shot of a black sedan with fucking Eddie behind the wheel. In the backseat, I can just make out Tommy’s auburn hair.
That motherfucker.
I grip the steering wheel so hard my knuckles turn white, but I don’t say anything to Honey. She’ll want to call the cops again, and they’ll waste precious time with paperwork and procedure. This is my fault, and I’m going to fix it myself.
The drive to the clubhouse is silent, the tension between us thick enough to cut. When we arrive, I try to help Honey out of the truck, but she shrugs away from my touch. The rejection stings more than I want to admit.
Inside, the place is quieter than usual. A few of my brothers are scattered around, and they look up with interest when we enter. Their expressions change to concern when they see Honey’s tear-streaked face.
“Take her to the old ladies,” I tell Bubbles, who’s wiping down the bar. She nods and hurries over, wrapping an arm around Honey’s shoulders.
“Come on, hon,” she says softly. “Let’s get you sitting down.”
Honey allows herself to be led away, not even looking back at me. I watch her go, feeling like my heart’s being ripped out of my chest, then head straight to the chapel.
Inside, Chief is seated at the head of the table, his expression grim. Rage, Reign, Killer, Zero, and Morpheus are already here, all wearing similar looks of concern.
“What happened?” Chief asks the second I close the door.
I relay the events at the tree farm, my voice steady despite the storm raging inside me. When I finish, the room is silent for a beat.
“Motherfucker needs to die,” Chief finally says, his tone matter-of-fact.
“He’s her kid’s father.” I sigh, running a hand over my face. “I don’t want to be responsible for killing their dad.”
“But you’re gonna make sure he knows to stay the fuck away?” Rage asks.
“Damn straight.” I look at Zero, who’s hunched over his laptop. “You got anything yet?”
“Working on it.” His fingers fly over the keyboard. “I’m tracking his cell phone. Just need a few more—got it!”
We all lean forward as Zero swivels his screen around.
“He’s at 4872 Oakhall Trail,” Zero announces. “It’s out in the sticks, about twenty miles from here. Probably a cabin or something.”
“Let’s go,” Chief says, already pushing back from the table.
