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“They don’t really have proof of that, other than the bikes stopping them from catching you. It isn’t enough, and even if they do go searching, they won’t find anything. Trust Jackson to sort this out, it’s what he does.”

“If he ever speaks to me again,” I mumble.

Addison sits on the edge of the bed. “Trust me, he will. He is moody, but he gets over things quickly. Get some rest, things will look better in the morning.”

I hope she’s right.

God, I hope she’s right.

11 – Jackson

“Find Hound and bring him to me,” I growl, standing in front of a group of ten men at the club. “I need that fucker, and I need that to happen as soon as possible.”

“We’ll find him.” Muff nods, crossing his arms. “Don’t worry about that.”

“I know people who can locate better than anyone you know,” Fynn, our new prospect nods. “Leave that with me.”

I nod, my fists tight by my sides. I’m fucking wild at Serenity. Her and her stubborn brain; she acts without thought and because of that, ends up causing chaos in a situation that we had under control. Part of me understands why she did what she did, but the other part is so fucking angry at her for not obeying a basic order.

Mostly, I just want to get home to my baby and put this shit to bed.

“I’m goin’ to see my daughter, call me with any updates.”

I turn, walking out.

As I reach the front gates, I see two police cars coming to a stop. Fuck me, this is exactly what I need right now. Gritting my teeth, I stand with my arms crossed and wait for them to come in. It’s late, which means they have a warrant or they wouldn’t be here. I haven’t had time to hide anything, but I know Muff is onto it. He has been expecting them.

“To what do I owe the pleasure?” I mutter as four officers approach me.

“We have a warrant to search your property for Serenity.”

I wave a hand. “By all fuckin’ means, go for it. She ain’t here. I’ve been lookin’ for her too.”

An officer with greying hair steps forward. “Interesting you should say that when your club was the reason she escaped our custody again today.”

“I wasn’t there, so I wouldn’t know.”

He narrows his eyes at me, but I don’t flinch.

“We will find her, and when we do, she’ll go right back to prison.”

“If you find her, let me know, because if you were doin’ your job properly, you’d know that another person escaped with her, and that person has beef with my club.”

The officer’s lips form a straight line, as he ponders what I’m saying. “We are looking for the other fugitive.”

“Well, thatfugitive,” I grind out. “Has my woman. He’s using her to get to me. So go and search my club, and when you’re done, do your fuckin’ job properly and find him so I can get her back before she’s dead.”

The officers all look at one another, as if they’re not sure whether or not to believe my story. I can only fucking hope that once they don’t find her here that they’ll believe it and start hunting for Hound too. I plan on getting him first, and when I do, that fucker is going down.

Hound and I have issues that go far beyond this.

Issues I haven’t told Serenity about.

“We are beginning the search now.”

I wave a hand. “Do what you have to.”

The second they are inside and Muff is overseeing the search, I get out of there. I can’t risk having anyone follow me. I have planted a seed, now I can only wait and see if that seed grows enough for them to believe that Serenity didn’t escape on her own.

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