“You sure you’re okay?”
“As opposed to, what exactly? A damsel in distress?” I snapped. “Newsflash... I’m no one’s fucking damsel.”
He raised his hands. “Okay. Got it. I’ll text you when I find something.”
“I’d appreciate that. Thanks.”
Stoney walked out, and I locked the door behind him, sliding to my butt and bursting into tears. Jesus, if someone didn’t find something quick, I was gonna lose my mind.
* * *
Stoney
Climbing on my bike, I sent a quick text to a hacker buddy. Rabbit was with the Dogs of Fire out of Savannah, Georgia, and could find anyone anywhere, and if he couldn’t, he had people who could.
As I headed back to the compound, I made a mental note to talk to Sundance about recruiting someone who could do the same shit Rabbit, and his counterpart, Booker out of Portland, Oregon, did. We needed to expand our brotherhood. A few more tech gurus, a few less mechanics.
I parked my bike and headed inside to find Sundance and Wyatt making out on one of the sofas. “If you’re not gonna get a room, I’d appreciate you get naked so I can watch.”
Sundance broke the kiss and glared at me while Wyatt blushed the cutest fuckin’ shade of red. She was new to club life, even if she’d been with Sundance for a while. She was high-class all the way and helped to round out some of the rough edges she was bombarded with.
“Sorry, Stoney,” she rasped, trying to climb off Sundance’s lap. He held her firm.
I laughed. “Don’t actually care. Just like givin’ you shit.”
“Did you find out anything about the little boy?” she asked.
I sat on the back of the sofa and nodded. “Insomuch that he’s been missing for eight hours now, which means time is not on our side.”
“Did he leave school?” Wyatt asked.
“No. The teacher thought he got on the bus, but Sabrina thinks she’s coverin’ her ass.”
“She probably is.”
“I’m gonna go down there and talk to her tomorrow.”
“Ah, I don’t think that’s such a good idea,” she countered.
I frowned. “Why not?”
“Because the second you walk in there, they’re gonna lock down the school. You need to have someone who doesn’t look like they could kill someone with their bare hands go in there.”
“Who do you propose, Dimples?” Sundance asked.
“I’ll go.”
“No way in hell,” Sundance growled.
“I can go in as a prospective parent looking for a tour. They do things like that all the time.”
“You’ve got a business to run.”
“And I can take an hour out of my day to run down to the school.”
“You’re pregnant,” Sundance countered.
“I am?” she sassed.
