Everything is a mess, Trick, her, me, my family.
“I’m sorry, Mama,” she cries and throws herself into my arms, and I sigh as I pick her up and stand before walking over to the car.
“It’s okay,” I murmur against her head before I ask, “Do you want to go see daddy?”
She nods into my neck, and I hold her tighter before rounding the car.
As much as having this conversation without Willow in the house would be better, with how she is, I don’t think she can leave my side right now. So, it looks like I’m going to have to gether to go to her room while I have a little conversation with her father.
I won’t allow him to believe that he raped me, not now, not ever, even if we get a divorce, and yes, I say if because the ass tore up the papers, I won’t let him believe he raped me.
Chapter 10
Trick
“How many have disappeared?” I ask Cage as I rest my elbows on my knees, holding my phone to my ear that I reluctantly answered after Cage rang four times in a row.
“Five, the group home is going fucking crazy. They’ve looked everywhere and can’t find them,” he grunts through the receiver, and I grit my teeth.
A year ago, before Cage finally took the helm, it became apparent that the Chargers were kidnapping and then selling kids into sex slavery. The Cartel has already denied being part of it, meaning the Chargers are working on their own. It explains why they’ve been adamant to get rid of any man wearing a cut knowing our values where that shit is concerned, and now more kids are missing after the group home took them on a trip.
“I’ll start looking into it and let you know what I find,” I grunt before I hang up without another word, not wanting to begin a conversation knowing he’ll ask how it went with Clark.
I didn’t mean to snap at her, but the more she mentioned my so-called mistress, the fucking angrier I got because she was so sure that I had one, and once upon a time, she would have questioned me even after I distanced myself.
I shake my head and stand before walking through the quiet house to the dining table, where my laptop is already set up.
I hate that she’s not here, I hate that my daughter isn’t here, and after I snapped at Clark, we’re now back at square one and I have a feeling I’m going to have to kidnap her.
I take a seat and unlock my laptop, a picture of Clark and Willow from two years ago, grinning at the camera and my stomach tightens, my chest clenching with pain.
My head is still fucked up, so how am I supposed to prove to her that I’m in love with her?
Sighing, I bring up my server and quickly hide my identity through different codes before hacking into the CCTV footage outside the museum where the kids went missing, adamant to get lost in something that will help me occupy my mind with the fact that my family has left me.
My phone rings as I fast-forward through the CCTV footage, and I answer, “Yeah?”
“I’m outside the museum,” Crash’s voice comes through my receiver, and I put my phone on speaker as I slow the footage, seeing what I need, and I state, “Saddle up, four Chargers are dragging the kids into a white van.”
I hear his bike rumble alongside another, and I know Knuckles and Crusher are with him.
“Head to main,” I state as I follow the cameras downtown through main, then instruct, “then take the first left,” and Iquickly swap cameras, ensuring the timestamp is framed, and I continue to follow the fuckers.
“Take the third exit and head on the highway,” I continue, “Take the fifth exit towards Rose Hill.”
My eyes narrow, tense as I track the van, and Crash hangs on every word, poised to pounce at my slightest command.
It takes nearly four hours, but as I’m staring at the van parking up, he says clearly, “Fucking found the van still at the motel on Sixth Avenue, and I can see the fuckers smoking outside of a ground-floor room.”
I smirk and state, “I’m now blocking the signals around that area,” and I move my fingers quickly, putting in the jamming code, “I’ve sent a message to Blade with it being closer to his territory for the backup you’ll need.”
My phone beeps, and I read the message before stating, “He’ll be twenty minutes, keep an eye on the fuckers, and don’t go in without the backup. The feds will be waiting for his call to intervene and grab the kids.”
“Got it, brother,” he says before he hangs up, and I sigh as I quickly shut down the server and wipe it clean. Nothing is left in my tracks before shutting down my laptop just as the front door opens.
I groan, thinking it’s my dad or the brothers, but I soon freeze as my beautiful wife walks in holding our daughter's hand and I struggle to breathe.
Fuck.
