“Chill out, Mac,” Smoke tells me.
“Chill? I can’t fucking chill. This guy beat his wife to a pulp, hit his son, and then has the audacity to say they ran off with a bad crowd? What the fuck!” I yell.
“How did he find her?” Gunner asks.
“Said he got a hit on social media. Something about seeing her in the back of someone’s photo. Look, man, the guy offered us five digits to bring her and the brats to him. All cash. We couldn’t say no. I didn’t know she was yours,” Dirk tells us.
Fox nods. “It looks like the guy’s best friend is a detective. If I had to guess, he paid his buddy to run his family through facial recognition.”
Son of a bitch!
I run a hand over my mouth as I try to calm myself down, but it doesn’t work.
Has he always known where she was? Has he been tracking her every move since the moment she left? Has he just been waiting until he was ready to strike?
“Just let me go, please. I won’t bother you ever again,” Dirk says, pleading for his life.
Tank chuckles. “Seriously? You don’t honestly believe you’re leaving here alive, right?”
“Come on, I didn’t harm them! Fuck, I didn’t even see them!” the dumbass cries out.
“Have anything else to ask him?” Smoke asks me.
I shake my head. “No, the guy doesn’t know shit.”
Smoke looks over at Tank, who reaches out and snaps Dirk’s neck without blinking.
“I texted the cleanup crew,” Fox informs us.
The guys all turn toward me.
“What are you thinking?” Smoke asks as he stands near me, arms crossed.
“She’s going to run,” I tell him.
“No, she won’t,” Gunner says adamantly.
I shake my head. “No, she will. I gave her everything she would need to hit the road. Now that he knows, she’s going to take those kids and leave. Fuck, she probably already took off.”
I lunge toward the door only to stop when Gunner steps in front of me, placing his hands on my shoulders.
“Take a deep breath, Mac.”
“But…”
“No buts,” Gunner says.
Reluctantly, I take a deep breath, and then another, but my heart still feels like it’s going to beat out of my chest.
I have to find them. I have to tell her if she runs, I’ll go with her. I can’t let her leave. I need them. Fuck, I love them. I can’t let them go out there unprotected.
“Sloane and Kelly are with her now. They are getting as much information out of her as possible. Okay? She and the kids are safe. They are on club property. The prospect at the gate knows not to let them out without your permission,” Smoke tells me as he comes up next to me.
Gunner steps back and pulls out his phone.
“The girls got a lot more out of her than I thought they would,” Gunner says as he reads the screen.
“Tell me,” I demand.
