Fuck.

I sit up in bed, instantly alert.

“What’s going on?”

“Got a call tonight from a woman named Rory McDaniel.”

“So?”

“She claims that her boyfriend asked her to call me.Seems he was a victim of a mugging last week and has been in a coma.He came out of it and wanted her to contact me.”

“I’m not understanding, brother.”

“Her boyfriend’s name is Westin Cross.”

“Son of a bitch.”

“It’s Diesel, brother.He’s in the hospital in stable condition in ICU.”

“What about Ryan?”

“There’s no sign of him,” Crusher says, his voice thick with emotion.

“Motherfucker.Where’s he at?”

“You won’t believe this shit.He’s in Whitefish, Montana.”

“Montana?”

“Yeah, calling you tonight because I’m heading out in the morning with some others to find out what’s going on.I’m going to need you to take over here.”

“Bullshit.I’m coming with you,” I argue.

“Brother, you’re needed here.You’re my second in charge and I need someone I can trust here.Hell, Devil, there’s a chance Wolf will rear his ugly fucking head.Plus… man, you don’t want to be on the road with your woman carrying a baby.”

I rub the back of my neck, wanting to argue with him, but Torrent comes up beside me, holding me…comforting me.She doesn’t know what’s going on, she can’t because she’s getting bits and pieces of the conversation, but she’s reading my mood and she’s here for me…like she always is.

God I love this woman.

“I want updates the minute they’re learned.”

“You know you’ll have them.I’ll leave Gunner with you and Fury will head out with me.Dragon is sending Dance and Freak with me too and I’ll take along a few prospects.”

“Keep an eye on your backs,” I tell him, needlessly.

“Always, Devil.Talk to you soon,” Crusher says, hanging up before I can respond.

I close the phone and stare at it.

“Devil?”

“We’ve found Diesel.”

“Thank God!I?—”

“It’s not good, Angel.He’s in the hospital in ICU and Ryan…”

“Oh no,” she whispers, knowing what I’m going to say before I say it.