“If they can take her,” I continue, “they think they can take any of us. They think we’ll hesitate.”
I meet Mason’s eyes, fire burning through everything else.
“They’re wrong.”
Mason holds my gaze for a long moment, then turns to Dagger. “Lock it down.”
Dagger nods immediately. “Already started. All chapters on alert. No one moves without clearance. Families doubled up. Rotations reset.”
“Good,” Mason says. Then he looks back at me. “And Bri?”
My jaw tightens. “She’s alive.”
It’s not a guess. It’s a decision.
“She fought,” I say. “She didn’t freeze. She didn’t give in. He wanted to break her, and he didn’t.” My voice drops. “She’s alive because she’s strong.”
Mason nods once. “Then we move like she is.”
Dagger straightens. “We find every connection they have. Every front. Every shell company. We pull the thread until the whole thing unravels.”
“And when we find them,” I say, voice deadly calm, “we kill every last one of those motherfuckers.”
The room doesn’t flinch.
Not one person tells me to calm down. Not one person tries to soften it.
Rev squeezes Brooke’s shoulder and growls, “For Bri.”
“For Perdition,” Hawk adds.
“For the clubhouse,” Switch says.
Mason steps closer, placing a hand on the bed frame, his voice steady and final.
“They don’t get to touch our women. They don’t get to bomb our home. And they sure as hell don’t get to decide who runs this town.”
His eyes burn when they meet mine.
“We make them pay,” he says. “For all of it.”
Dagger’s smile is thin and lethal. “And we do it slow enough they understand exactly what they did wrong.”
Pain roars through me, but rage keeps me upright.
“Good,” I say. “Because when I get my hands on the bastard who took Bri…”
I trail off, breathing hard.
“There won’t be anything left of him to bury.”
Mason doesn’t answer right away.
He shifts his weight, eyes unfocused like he’s already pulling maps and names apart in his head. Dagger mirrors him, silent, dangerous, already ten moves ahead.
Hawk breaks the quiet first. “We’ve got plenty of enemies.”
Mason’s jaw tightens. “We’ve had beef,” he says finally. “Clubs talk shit. Borders get tested. That’s normal.”
