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“Great.” My gaze slides over to where Daisy’s still interrogating the men. “Can we crash here for a bit first? I don’t think I can drive eleven more hours without at least a couple of hours of shut-eye.”

“You’re our guests for as long as you want to stay. I’ll get you and Daisy set up in one of the rooms. Since she’s supposedly your old lady, you can’t be in different ones without everyone getting suspicious.”

“I appreciate that.” Returning my attention to him, I add, “I’m surprised you let her come here.”

“If anyone else had asked, I would have told them to go fuck themselves. Scar knows who he can and can’t trust. If he thinks this Fed’s one of the few good ones, then I believe him.”

“He’ll be happy to hear that.”

“Don’t tell him that shit.” Acid laughs. “His head’s already too big now that he’s a dad. But you know what? I’m glad he’s happy. He deserves it. One of these days, I need to take my club up to Montana for a visit.”

“Our doors are always open to you and your men. I’m sure Scar agrees.”

“I’ll take you up on that. Maybe this summer.”

“Let Scar know when you’re coming. He’ll try to out-party your ass. I don’t think it’s possible, but I’d love to see him try.”

“Sounds like a plan.” Acid grins.

A gunshot goes off. We both grab our pieces and turn to find one of the strung-up men hanging lifeless. The other guy’s screaming and begging for his life. He’s the jackass who refused to cooperate.

“I’m done,” Daisy says.

“You gave her a gun?” Acid side-eyes me.

“I didn’t give her anything. Woman!”

“I left the other guy for Acid and his guys,” she says sweetly. “Thank you for letting me talk to them. One was very helpful. The other is going to enjoy a long, agonizing death.”

“You got that shit right. Carbon’s in the clubhouse. Go find him, and he’ll give you a room.”

“Thanks, Acid.” Daisy hugs him before grabbing my hand and practically skipping out of the barn.

When we get outside, I pull her to a stop and grab the gun out of her hand. “What the fuck?”

“I grabbed it on the way out of our clubhouse. It’s the one you guys keep hidden under the coffee table.”

“Daisy!”

“You wouldn’t give mine back, and I wasn’t about to walk into another club without protection.”

“Next time, ask.”

“Fine.” She rubs her forehead with her fingers.

“Are you okay?”

“They kidnapped my sister and trafficked her to New Orleans. No, I’m not fucking okay.” Her bottom lip quivers.

“Babe, we’ve got a lead now. We’re going to find her. I promise.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep.” She buries her face in my chest while I hold her.

“I try not to, but I’ve got a feeling we’re going to get her back.”

“Please, God. Let that be true.”

As we walk toward the clubhouse, my jaw tightens. Even though Daisy’s not my old lady, I want to kill anyone who makes her cry like this. It’s not right. No woman should ever have to feel this way. I’m going to help get her sister back. It won’t be easy. We have no idea where she was moved after New Orleans, but at least we have another breadcrumb to follow. Once we get some rest, we’ll be able to figure out our next steps.

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