Page 58 of Wade’s Wrath

Harlow's fingers wrapped around his arm. “Wade.” He looked down at her. “What does that mean?” Wade knew exactly what it meant. Frank wasn't searching anymore. He knew where she was, and he wanted her scared.

Wade slid the phone into his pocket. His arm went around Harlow before he thought better of it, and she came willingly. Her body pressed against his as his hand settled against the back of her head. For once, he didn't worry about whether he was getting too close, because he didn't give a fuck.

“Listen to me,” he breathed. She looked up at him. “He doesn't get you.”

Her fingers tightened in his shirt. “You don't know that.”

“Yes, I fucking do,” he said.

“How?” she asked. Wade looked at Butcher. His Prez already understood, and so did Ripper. The game had changed.

Wade looked back at Harlow. “Because he just threatened something under the Savage Bastards' protection.”

Her eyes widened. “Me?”

Wade's arm tightened around her. “Yeah, runaway bride.” This time, she didn't complain about the nickname. Wade looked toward Butcher. “When do we move?”

“Tonight,” Butcher said.

Harlow pulled back enough to look between them. “You said we needed information.”

“We did,” Butcher said.

“And now?” she asked.

Butcher's expression went cold. “Now we get it.” Wade looked down at Harlow. Frank wanted to scare her, and that was fine by him. Let the bastard play his games. Let him move cars and dig wedding dresses out of dumpsters. Let him send men to watch Wade's bar, because Frank Donnelly still didn't understand the mistake he'd made. Harlow wasn't standing alone anymore. She had Wade, she had Butcher, and she had every Savage Bastard willing to ride. Wade was done waiting for Frank to make the next move. Tonight, they were going hunting.

HARLOW

Harlow hated being told to wait. She'd spent most of her life waiting. She was told to wait until her father finished his meeting, wait until the adults stopped talking, wait until Richard decided which college was appropriate for her to attend, wait until he approved her friends, wait until he decided she was ready to work for the foundation, and wait until Frank was ready to marry her. All she did was wait, and she was fucking done waiting. Which was why she was currently standing in the middle of the Savage Bastards clubhouse, glaring at Wade while he attempted to explain, for the fourth time, why she couldn't go with them to watch the warehouse.

“No,” Harlow said.

Wade stared at her. “What do you mean, no?”

“I mean no,” she insisted. “

That's not how this works,” he said.

“Apparently, you don't know how the word works,” she grumbled.

“Harlow,” he warned.

“Wade,” she growled his name in return. His jaw tightened, and she crossed her arms over her chest. The clubhouse had become increasingly busy over the past thirty minutes. Men came and went, some disappearing into the back rooms before returning armed. Harlow had never seen so many guns outside television. It should have terrified her, but instead, it made her impatient.

Sarah was alive, or at least she had been alive three days ago. That was all Harlow could think about. Sarah had spent eight months missing while Harlow had believed she'd quit. Eight months had passed, and Harlow wondered if anyone had looked for her. Had anyone cared? Had Sarah's family known? Had Richard lied to them too? Harlow couldn't stop imagining her trapped inside that warehouse while everyone stood around discussing what they should do.

“What if she isn't there tomorrow?” Harlow demanded.

“We're not waiting until tomorrow,” Wade said.

“Then take me with you,” she insisted.

“No,” he breathed.

“You keep saying I get to make my own choices.”

“You do,” he agreed.