Page 96 of Hendrix

“Remember Breaker’s PTSD when it was at its worst?” Colt interjected.

I glanced toward the window where he sat at a table surrounded by laptops, typing away furiously as he attempted to hack into the notoriously old, outdated security cameras that were dotted around the area where Addie went missing.

“How could I forget?” I muttered.

“He shut down, too,” Colt reminded me. “Everything was too painful for him to handle, so he stopped trying. Maybe Fender’s goin’ through the same thing.”

My stomach knotted at the memory of Breaker kneeling on the asphalt in the parking lot of the Wyoming clubhouse with a gun to his head, ready to pull the trigger, and my blood ran cold.

“Wait, Prez,” Colt called out. “Come here. Look.”

Pushing down the sick feeling in my gut, I motioned for Blade to follow me, then moved over to look at Colt’s computer screen. I could worry about Fender later. Right now, we had to put all our energy into finding Addison.

Colt pointed to a large Ford Explorer with tinted blacked-out windows almost as dark as its paintwork. “This vehicle keeps cropping up on the cameras. It was in the area where Addison disappeared at around the same time she was last seen.”

“Run the plates,” I ordered.

“Already did.” He paused, his eyes sliding to meet mine. “It’s registered to ASP.”

A cold shiver trickled down my spine.

“What the fuck?” Blade spat.

If Ace was involved in this shit show, it was about to get complicated. The fucker liked playing mind games. The only positive was that I knew my ex-brother wouldn’t hurt Addie. He was a narcissistic, brutal bastard who wouldn’t hesitate to shoot me on sight if the urge took him, but hurting little girls wasn't his style.

“Want me to call Shep and pull them in for questioning?” Colt asked. “This could be the perfect excuse to close them down.”

“Ace will have a contingency in place,” I stated. “This isn’t about Addie. It’s about showing me how easily he can get to the club.”

“The car rolled out of town about thirty minutes ago and headed north,” Colt confirmed.

Realization washed over me. “I know where the fucker is.”

“Then let’s roll out,” Blade spat.

I clasped my VP’s shoulder. “Brother. Need you to take the women back to the hotel, and I want a security detail guarding the road. We’re not on lockdown, but I want the men traveling in pairs until further notice. Need two men at least on the women whenever they leave hotel property, plus Ciara gets escorted to and from work, and the kids to and from school. Can you organize that?”

A confused expression washed over Blade’s face.

“I’m takin’ Diablo, Fletch, and Trick with me,” I continued. “Also want Gambit and Rockabye. They know Ace. Maybe not as well as I do, but better than you all the same. Plus, I need a man back at the hotel who can take over the gavel in case anythin’ happens. Do ya get me?”

His eyes hardened, and he opened his mouth to argue but then closed it again.

Blade and I had gone over this very subject when he first took the VP role and again when I told him what went down with Ace. We agreed that we’d never take a job together for the same reason as the boys in Wyoming didn’t. If anything went wrong for one of us, we needed the chain of command to remain intact.

If Ace wanted to hurt me, he would’ve chanced his luck directly instead of taking Addie. He was trying to lure me in for a different reason; I just didn’t know what that was, though knowing Ace, it would be fucked up.

“I’m gonna kill ‘em all.” I turned toward the door, scalding heat pulsing through me as I made my way back through to the main room in the shop where the women were still waiting. Boots clomped behind me, and I knew my brothers were at my six.

The roaring of engines filled the air outside, a sign that my brothers were trawling the streets looking for Addie. The pop-popping of the Harleys was somewhat of a comfort; except I knew now they wouldn’t find her in town.

If Ace wanted to get my attention, he could have it, though he might live to regret his choices.

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught Anna pushing up from her chair, and she surged toward me. I went back on one foot as her body hit mine, and my arms closed around her back, trying to steady her on her feet.

“Do you have a lead?” she asked breathily. “Have you found her?”

“I think so, baby. Nothing concrete, but I gotta hunch.”

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