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“You ever wanted to kill someone so badly, but you know you can’t?”

“I get it, brother.”

“A kid, Locke. She kept my kid from me.”

“By the sounds of it, he kept the kid from her too.”

“Doesn’t matter, does it? She should have told me. I could have done somethin’ a long time before now. Who the fuck knows what he did with her.”

“We got Mystic doin’ his thing. I’m sure he’ll come up with somethin’ for us.”

“I don’t know nothin’ about her. Not her name, age, nothin’.”

“She’s almost two. Her name is Charlie.” I glance over at him as he watches me.

“Charlie. Two years, brother. Two fuckin’ years I lost with her. How could she keep it a secret that long?”

“He threatened to kill her. Threatened never to let her see her again. As it is, she gets to see her very little,” he says.

“That what she said?”

“Yeah. He told her she would get her back after the weddin’, but he lied.”

“I can’t make sense of any of this,” I admit to him.

“I don’t blame you, brother. It’s a pretty big mess,” he adds.

“I have a little girl, brother.”

“Yeah, you do.”

Chapter 12

Tianna

I don’t know what’s going on. They put the clubhouse on lockdown. No one in, no one out. I’m not allowed to leave. Not that I’d know where to go if I did.

Remy has been scarce the last few days. I don’t even know where he sleeps since I’m in his room. He hasn’t come to check on me or even spoken to me. It hurts he feels that way, but I was doing what I thought was right and safe for Charlie. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe I should have told him to begin with, but what would Brad have done to her? I still don’t know that he hasn’t done something to her by now. I can only pray that he hasn’t.

I look around the room, but I don’t see Remy anywhere, so I drop down onto the couch in the back and just sit here. That’s when Locke walks over and sits next to me.

“He’s doin’ his best,” he says.

“I’m sure he is.”

“He’s doin’ all he can to find her,” he adds.

“I don’t doubt that, but then what? He’s going to keep her from me, too.” Sadness creeps into my voice again. I’ve been doing better at keeping my feelings under control and not losing it, but it’s hard.

“We don’t know that. He’s angry, Tianna.”

“I know. I’m just worried about Charlie is all. I don’t know if Brad has done anything to her.” A sob creeps its way in and strangles me. Locke throws his arm around my shoulders justas Remy walks in. He looks over and sees us but quickly looks the other way. I shove off the couch and walk toward him. I watch him talking to one of the guys before he turns and sees me coming. As if he doesn’t want to speak with me, he walks the other way, but I follow.

“Remy, can we talk?” I call out to him but he doesn’t answer. “Remy, please.” He stops walking and his head bows forward before he slowly turns and looks at me.

“What do you want?”

“I want to help.” Now he laughs.

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