Page 24 of Worth It All

“Charlie came to me, Davina. He wanted to be used as bait to help the club.”

“And you went along with it? He’s a kid, Mason!”

“I told him no but felt it was best to protect him somehow, in case something like this happened. Do you honestly think I would put Charlie in danger?”

Davina starts crying again and I wrap my arms around her.

“I will get him back. I promise.”

She nods. “I’m going with you.”

I furrow my brow. The last thing I need is to be worried about her, too. “Not happening.”

She stands up, wiping her tears away. “I dare you to try and stop me.”

“I’m going too,” Sloan says. Of course, Allie and Peppermint follow suit. Skylar is the only one who doesn’t pitch in, which is understandable.

“The Harlots can help and you need all the help you can get.”

“No. I’m not putting anyone else’s life in danger. This is my war.”

“Which makes it our war,” Davina states.

“There’s no point in arguing with you, is it?” I ask.

“What do you think?”

“Fine,” I concede. “Grab any weapons and ammunition you can find. Ladies, you follow my orders without question.”

“Let’s go get my son.”

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Davina

Adrenaline is the only thing keeping me going. I have to find Charlie. Mason has the GPS location on his phone. I’m still not sure whether to be pissed or grateful that he put the Air Tag on Charlie. Okay, I’m grateful, but he should’ve told me.

Mason starts to slow down and my heart pounds in my chest. We’re almost there. This is almost over. Mason pulls over and kills the engine on his bike. Everyone follows suit.

“Location is two miles that way. We’ll go in on foot so he won’t know we’re coming. We don’t know what we’re walking into. Could be an ambush. He could’ve discovered the Air Tag by now. Be prepared for anything.”

We are prepared. We’ve all donned bulletproof vests, extra ammo, and knives just in case we brought guns to a knife fight.

“Be careful,” he says, cupping my face. “I can’t lose you.”

“You won’t. I love you.”

“I’ve always loved you.”

We start walking, being mindful of our surroundings. We’re out of the city and nothing but woods surround us. Mason urges me closer to Bishop.

“Keep an eye on her. I’m going to go over some details with Hunter.”

Bishop nods and I watch Mason walk away. We keep going, seemingly headed nowhere. This can’t be right.

“How long have we been walking?” Sloan asks, as if reading my mind.

“Too damn long,” Bishop answers. “We should be there by now.”

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