My jaw tightened until it ached. “Where is she now?”
“On the way to the compound. Jax sent a couple of prospects to pick her up as soon as he caught her trail.”
“She go willingly?”
Nitro’s mouth twitched. “Nah. She tried yelling about kidnapping until Mace asked if she wanted us to call the Serpents and let them know where she was. Got real quiet after that.”
I looked back at Saylor. She stood near my bike, her arms wrapped around herself, watching me and trying not to look nervous.
“Fuck,” I muttered.
“Yeah,” Nitro said. “Figured you’d want to tell her.”
I dragged a hand over my jaw. “I hate this.”
“Lying to your woman?” Nitro quipped, dry as sandpaper. “Wouldn’t recommend it. Jana can smell bullshit through concrete.”
“Not gonna lie, jackass,” I snapped. “Hate the timing.”
“Timing’s still bullshit no matter when you tell her.”
I shot him a look, and he shrugged because we both knew he wasn’t wrong, which was irritating. I stalked back toward Saylor, anger and frustration riding under my skin, but I kept my steps controlled because she was watching my face too closely. The last thing she needed was to think the race had gone sideways before it even started.
I caught her elbow gently and guided her to a quieter corner of the pit near a stack of tire warmers and tool crates. Her eyes searched mine, worry sharpening. “What happened?”
“They found Sutton.”
Her whole expression changed, but not the way I expected. Her eyes narrowed, her mouth flattening in pure irritation, and she looked for one second like a woman who had discovered a roach in her kitchen and was deciding whether to smash it with a shoe or burn the house down.
“Of course they did,” she muttered.
If the night hadn’t been balanced on a knife edge, I might’ve laughed. “That your official reaction?”
“She was trying to run, wasn’t she?”
“Yeah.”
Saylor closed her eyes for half a second, then opened them with a glare intended for her twin who wasn’t here. “There is a race tonight that could get her another free pass from consequences, and she couldn’t even stick around long enough to benefit from someone else cleaning up her mess. Again.” She blew out a breath, then looked up at me. “What are you going to do with her?”
“That depends.”
“On what?”
“Partly on the race. Partly on you.” I slipped my hand to the side of her neck because I wanted her feeling me when I said it. “Kane talked to the president of an ally MC, the Hounds of Hellfire. If things go sideways and we need to make Sutton disappear safely, they’ll take her.”
Her brows drew together. “Make her disappear?”
I canted my head and remarked, “Not the murder kind.”
She blinked at me.
I sighed. “The alive kind, Saylor. They’ll give her a new life, somewhere the Serpents won’t find her.”
“Important clarification, Levi,” she drawled.
“Figured as much.”
She gave me a look that said she was torn between horror and laughing, which was probably the healthiest reaction anyone could have when MC shit got heavy. “And the other option?”
