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“That’s another thing,” I say. “Why do you keep calling me that? Are you angry with me? You hate that people call me Blackhawk. What happened to Dillon?”

I look over and give her sad puppy dog eyes before laughing. I don’t want her to suspect anything but I also want fucking answers.

Well, one answer. Where is my best friend?

“Is that so,” I hear her mumble. If I wasn’t so in tune with the woman for fear of missing something, I wouldn’t have caught it. “I was just trying it on,” she tells me. “I might keep trying it for the rest of the day to see if I like it. But, like before, I think I hate it.”

I join in her laughter.

Your move, Obsidians.

***King***

Five hours earlier

“What have you got, Knox?” I ask as patiently as possible.

“I’m currently in the same records as last time,” he says from his desk. Instead of using his laptop he came into his office and got to work using every piece of equipment he owns. One screen is running facial recognition on Madeline’s face to see if anything concerning pops up. Another screen is flicking through traffic cameras. Apparently, if it sees her face it will stop and alert Knox. One screen is filing through thousands of police reports and Knox is on the biggest screen looking at hospital records.

“It was a closed adoption,” he tells us. “I did talk to Maddy’s parents about it right before you all walked back in. They said it was quick and unexpected. The mother had died during childbirth and the baby didn’t have any other family. If she wasn’t adopted then she would have been sent straight into foster care and it would have taken them much longer to gain custody. So, they signed the papers. All completely legal.”

“Why did they choose the Burtons?” I ask. “According to this, Madeline was born in Kentucky. If they were in such a hurry to have the baby adopted out before social services stepped in, why not simply go to the nearest candidates?”

“Let’s not forget the twin,” Blaze says. “There were two babies. Why were they separated?”

“We need to find out her name,” Blackhawk says. “I want to know where she’s been all this time. “

“Whoever she is, we know she’s up to no good,” Ghost adds.

“Miles thinks it has to do with money,” Venom says.

“GUYS,” Knox yells. “I’m sorry for yelling, but could you all please go away? I need to focus. As soon as I get behind the firewall of closed adoptions I’ll let you know.”

“Sorry, Little one,” Blaze says. “We’ll leave you to it.”

“I want you to drink all of this water, boy,” Steel says, placing a bottle of water on his desk. “I mean it, Knox. I want the whole bottle done.”

“Yes, Sir,” Knox mumbles.

I chuckle knowing full well that the bottle will remain untouched.

“He’s going to get in trouble,” Jax laughs.

“Without a single doubt,” Colt agrees. “That boy needs a keeper.”

“What he needs is a Daddy Dom,” Blaze says. “But Steel and I haven’t agreed with any he’s shown interest in.”

“He needs a Daddy Dom who will make him take time for his Little side,” Steel says. “We’re either going to have to take him to the playroom at Oasis or he’s going to need to come home with us for a Little day.”

“Wait, are you two Daddies?” Colt asks. He’s been with us for two years now but I understand his questions. Steel and Blaze don’t shout their interests to the world. They’re not embarrassedby any means. Hell, they own a BDSM club. They just prefer to keep their shit private.

“Only if that’s what our Sub needs,” Blaze explains.

“It’s not something we need, though,” Steel continues. “We adjust our needs to the ones of the Sub between us.”

“We’re versatile Dom’s,” Blaze smirks. “We don’t crave a specific type of play. Just a Submissive who is willing to give us everything so we can make sure they have everything they need in return.”

“Wait, between the two of you?” Colt asks, eyes wide.

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