Very funny. “What if you try facial recognition software? See if you can find her that way?”
I’m fucking desperate, and I can hear it in my voice. It’s been four years since that day Mifflin attacked the club. Four long years since I proved my loyalty to the club and ended the life of the man who tried to destroy us. The only thing I regret is being stabbed and unable to follow Letty.
Zip lifts his head and glares like he’s insulted. “I’m already doing that. Hard to find someone in the whole fucking U.S. when you don’t know where to look,” he grumbles.
“Fuck, man. I’m sorry.” I sigh and push away from his chair. “I’m all fucked up. I just want to find Letty and bring her home.”
“I get it, Blaze.”
“Let me know as soon as you find her. I don’t care what time it is.”
“You and Storm will be the first to know,” he assures me.
I leave Zip to his search and head straight to Storm’s office. Nothing in the clubhouse has changed much since the attack four years ago. There are more photos of members at partiesand rallies. The bullet holes have been patched. But we did lose several members.
That sits heavy on Storm’s shoulders from time to time. As the president, it’s his burden. There’s not a brother wearing a patch that blames him. Or me.
We got justice. Mifflin Blade is dead.
Bear and Smoke are in Storm’s office as I knock and enter, taking a seat with the men I respect most in the club.
“You find her yet?” Smoke asks.
I shake my head.
Bear grips my shoulder and squeezes it before dropping his hand. “Zip is good at what he does. He’ll find Letty.”
“I know,” I agree.
Storm sits back in his chair. “It’s been six months. What if she wants to stay in WIT SEC?”
I’ve thought of that. “I’ll convince her it’s a better idea to leave with me.”
Storm smirks. “Yeah. I’d do the same.”
I don’t stay in his office for long. I’m too antsy. Restless. I’ve got energy I can’t get rid of. I know it’s because I can feel Letty out there, and she needs me.
When I step outside, I spot my cousin. Bullseye is sitting on one of the picnic tables, staring out at the trees beyond our fence. He scoots over as I join him, and I light a smoke, taking a hit of nicotine before I tick my chin toward him.
“You good?”
He shrugs. “You know how shit is.”
I do, but I don’t know which shit he’s referring to, since there tends to be a lot going on with the club at any given time. “Wanna give me a little more to go on?”
There’s no humor in his gaze when Bullseye makes eye contact. “Have you heard from Liam or Theo?”
“No.”
“Not since when?”
“The funeral I never attended,” I growl. I didn’t need to see Mifflin get buried. We said our goodbyes already.
“Yeah. That’s what concerns me,” Bullseye admits. “They’ve been quiet for too fucking long.”
“I know.” I puff on my smoke, wondering what my half-brothers are doing. “They’ll want revenge.”
“Exactly, Gage.” He frowns, holding his cigarette in his hand. It’s burning, but he’s so distracted he’s not even inhaling. Ash drops from the end onto the concrete, slipping between the edge of the table and the bench seat where our boots rest. “I don’t like it.”
