Page 61 of Dagger

“Jesus,” Bowie muttered. “Trust them to keep their women to themselves. They probably couldn’t get decent girls from town, so they hand over their daughters.” He shook his head in disgust. “Do we know who her dad is?”

“Pick. He’s their new enforcer,” Abe advised.

“Never heard of Pick,” I admitted. “I thought Scarab took over as their enforcer after Atlas ran the previous one down after the shoot-out at the side of the road last year.”

“Breaker shot Scarab when the Sinners attacked the clubhouse on the day of Sparky’s funeral,” Cash told us.

“Thought that was Dread,” Bowie argued.

“I shot Dread,” I interjected. “Dunno if I killed him, though.”

Abe gave a low whistle. “Damn. We’ve killed so many, we can’t keep up.”

“At this point, I’m thinkin’ we should’ve shot more,” Atlas muttered under his breath.

“We would if we could find the fuckers,” I scraped out.

Cash looked at us in turn. “With any luck, Mason can get a bead on ‘em.” His eyes fell on Abe, and he grimaced. “Sorry, brother—”

He was interrupted by a loud banging noise.

My forehead creased. “Come in.”

The door flew open to reveal Breaker standing there with an envelope in his hand. “Sorry I’m late,” he said apologetically, stepping inside Church and closing the door behind him.

He walked around the table, taking the seat between Bowie and Abe.

“You okay, Son?” I asked. “You back to yourself?”

He sat back in his chair, and his eyes met mine.

The blankness on his face from the night before had dissipated. He seemed full of life, albeit exhausted. Kit had sacrificed his peace of mind for the club and, more importantly, Elise, over the last seven days.

“Thought it was better to let you sleep in, Son. You’ve had a hard week, and you’re getting married in a couple of days. If anyone deserves to chill out, it’s you.” I dipped my chin. “You good?”

Kit knew what I was getting at. Whenever he went into soldier mode, he shut down his emotions. It was a skill he’d been taught in the EOD when he was sent on bombing missions during the war in Afghanistan.

“I’m good. Kady got me sorted out,” he confirmed, a faint smile playing around his mouth.

Kit and Kady had a beautiful bond. Father and daughter were connected in ways that I didn’t totally understand, and it blew my mind. Kady was full of goodness, and she had no problem giving that to her dad. He lived for Kennedy and his kids, and he’d already proved he’d die for them, too.

“How’s the girl?” Breaker asked.

Atlas’s lips thinned. “She’s good. The fuckers nabbed her from Laramie two days ago. She scored a new job, went out to celebrate, and got roofied. Poor bitch woke up in the van as they were delivering her to the mayor. She’s traumatized but lucky they didn’t assault her. They probably didn’t get time.”

“That’s good, at least,” Breaker said, his mouth twisting in disgust.

“We took her back home this morning,” Atlas added. “She’s gone to her folk’s house in Cheyenne, so she’ll be safe. Sophie had a powwow and managed to convince the girl to keep everythin’ on the down-low.”

“She would’ve agreed to anythin’ she was so damned grateful to get outta there,” Cash interjected. “Luckily, she’s gotta mean streak. When we promised we’d take out the assholes who nabbed her, she seemed more open to lettin’ us deal with it.”

Breaker nodded. “I saw her get delivered from the attic window. They weren’t exactly gentle with her. Those fuckers have gotta lot to answer for.” His eyes slid to meet mine. “They ship ‘em out from a port in California. They didn’t say a name; they just kept mentioning Cali. That’s where Bear is; he oversees the shipments, and it keeps him off our radar.”

My eyes rounded. “Jesus, Kit. You’ve hit the jackpot.”

He shrugged. “It’s not much to go on.”

“It’s more than we had yesterday. Maybe we can track Bear down now we know his vicinity.”

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