“Show me, Nav,” Kytten said softly.
Nav relented and lifted the lid of his computer. Kytten took a breath and focused on the screen before hitting a button. Her face was a blank mask. She’d been through some shit in her life and had mastered the art of non-reaction. When she was done, she looked up at Cash.
They spoke without a word to each other, and we all knew exactly what was on that screen.
“FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!” Cash roared, turning to punch a hole in the wall. My eyes closed, and I hung my head. I took a deep breath, willing myself to believe in Grace’s strength. Her resolve to fight through whatever life threw at her.
“Delete the video. Now. You too, Sypher. I mean it. They don’t see it. EVER!” Cash demanded.
It wouldn’t matter though. We all knew what was on it. And King would know too. Grace would be different when we got her back. And we would fucking get her back.
I turned on my heel, and Cash yelled, “Where the fuck are you going?”
“To find them!”
This was what I needed to do; this was what I was good at. I’d spent a lifetime honing my skills. There wasn’t a place on the planet I couldn’t get into undetected.
I shrugged off my cut and jumped into one of the club’s SUVs. I pulled out of the lot and drove west toward Hillsdale, Wyoming. I didn’t exactly know where the clubhouse was, but these small towns in the Midwest weren’t hard to search.
As one of the enforcers, I should have stayed put and helped to lock down King. But he’d trusted me once to bring Grace home when we only thought she’d been kidnapped. It was my job to protect the president’s old lady.
I’d already failed once by not going to Trudy’s with them. And the reason I didn’t go was that I was reeling from theinformation Karlyn had given me. Information about a child out there somewhere.
One who might have my eyes. Hair the same color as mine. Maybe she looked like Joanna. A little miniature version of her mother. I couldn’t say I’d fallen in love with Joanna, but the connection between us had been more than sex.
Maybe we could have fallen in love if I hadn’t run like a fucking pussy. By the time I’d thought about it and considered what we could have had, I had joined the Silver Shadows.
Joanna was an MC princess. Her father was the president of the Satan’s Angels. A club you didn’t want to cross. Once again, I’d been a pussy and let her go for good.
That was why I didn’t give King shit anymore. Once he’d told us that our president was Grace’s father, I understood the battle he’d waged inside.
Shaking my head, I tried to empty it of all thoughts of my past. This wasn’t the time to dwell on what could have been, or where my kid might be. It was time to focus on Grace and Karlyn.
I stopped the vehicle two miles from a large barn. It was the only possible location for the clubhouse. Hillsdale, Wyoming, was even smaller than Diamond Creek.
By the time I made my way to the barn, the area was quiet. Too quiet. I made my way inside and hid in the shadows, as I did when I was a kid. You could learn a lot about people by learning to be invisible.
There were a few club whores lying around, a few prospects passed out with them. But no brothers.
There wasn’t a single patched man here. I made my way to what I assumed was Skinner’s office. The place stank of beer and body odor. His desk was riddled with papers, so I looked through them quickly.
He had a file with the name Kate Porter. I knew that was Indie’s real name. A quick glance told me he knew everything about her. Everything she’d been through. The pain she’d endured. The abuse and humiliation. I rolled up the file and stuck it in my back pocket.
The girls weren’t here.
They’d taken them somewhere else, knowing this was the first place we’d look.
I snuck back out and made my way back to the vehicle. I climbed into the driver’s seat and closed the door, laying my head back. I’d fucking failed again.
I started the engine and put it in drive, hitting the button on the console to make a call.
“Jingles? Where the fuck are you?” Cash asked. The roar of the wind in the background told me he was on his bike.
“I went to the clubhouse; they aren’t here. No one is here, Cash, except a few club whores and a couple of prospects.”
“We know where they are. We’re headed there now.”
“Where?” I asked, driving back toward Diamond Creek.
