Page 129 of Steel

My chest seizes at the reminder that I just got her, and I’m already failing her. I knew the risk of bringing her into this, and still, I did it anyway. It should be a lesson, but even after I find them, I’m not letting them go.

I shake my head. “No, but Ghost is trying to scrape data off a burner phone he found in Reyes’s room.”

“I still can’t fucking believe it.” Soul’s jaw clenches. “I had a bad feeling about him, and I should have listened to my gut.”

“Same. But he came back clean.” I shake my head. “We still need to figure out how that happened.”

Soul nods in agreement.

“Prez.” Havoc waves me over to the pool table, where he has a map of Vegas stretched across one side of it. A pile of guns is stacked on the other.

He’s slipping into battle mode, and I’m glad because we’ve been toeing this line with the Iron Sinners for too long. They took my family—started war.

No prisoners.

No mercy.

I don’t care if Rick Zane is the one funding the Iron Sinners operation, or if they have access to all the money, resources, and dirty cops in Vegas. I’m going to rip their club apart, starting with the man who took Tempe and Austin.

Havoc points to a spot on the map just past the city line. “Ghost was able to trace a call made on the burner phone to a landline here.”

“That’s a long shot.” Soul shakes his head. “One phone call.”

“It’s better than nothing.” I pull out my gun. “Get everyone loaded up in the next ten minutes. I want a bullet in Dimitri’s head before the sun rises. And the second my family is back, we’re going to send Titan a message. Judgment day is coming.”

I look around the table, and my men nod their heads in agreement. We’ve been putting off war with the Iron Sinners for too long because it’s expensive, messy, andclubs waging war brings nothing but attention from law enforcement.

But Titan made this personal when he put a hit onmywoman.

My kid.

He’s not getting away with it.

Nine minutes and seventeen seconds is all it takes to get everyone loaded up. We’re lucky it’s the middle of the night, or our caravan would draw a lot of attention. But so long as we keep outside the city limits, we can handle any cops we run into this far outside of Vegas.

The house Ghost traced the call to is located halfway between the Twisted Kings compound and the Iron Sinners clubhouses. Close enough that if we don’t move quickly, the Iron Sinners will easily be able to call for reinforcements.

At least it’s in the middle of nowhere. Nothing gets police on speed dial like the entire club rolling into the suburbs fully loaded.

Patch is driving the van I’m riding in, but he’ll stay behind when we get to the house. He’s only riding along to triage anyone who goes down when this inevitably turns into a shoot-out. If one of my men gets hurt, we can’t exactly bring them to a hospital. Bullet wounds raise questions, and I don’t have any answers the cops will like.

When we hit the final turn toward the Iron Sinners’ safe house, it’s a straight shot to our target. Patch cuts the headlights so no one will see us coming. It’s eerily quiet inside the van, and I sense my brothers mentally preparing for battle.

Ghost’s phone chimes, cutting through the silence.

“Any news?”

He pulls out his phone. “Something from an unknown number.”

“Don’t like the sound of that.”

“Shit.” Ghost’s eyes widen with whatever is on his screen, and when Legacy leans in to see what he’s looking at, his eyes immediately dart up to me.

“What is it?” I reach forward, and Ghost passes me his phone.

It takes me a moment to process what I’m looking at. It’s a video feed, but it’s grainy and dark. Looking closer, I spot Tempe curled up in the corner of some sort of basement, and Dimitri is pacing back and forth talking to her.

“How the fuck are we seeing this?”