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I’m shoved backward and he pushes me toward the cages again.

“Food is in an hour. Bucket is in the corner.” He shuts me in the cage, locking it, and waves the key in front of my face, taunting me.

“The MC will come for me. And you’ll be fucked,” I tell him, smirking with too much confidence.

“Not if there isn’t an MC,” he sings.

My heart hammers in my chest and I lean my face against the bars, ignoring the grim grinding across my cheeks. “What’s that mean? What do you have planned? You motherfucker! Tell me,” I keen until my throat is sore.

My voice is rough when I sob, “Don’t you dare touch them.”

All I can do is hope that the MC is prepared or I’m going to be lost forever in this hellhole with a baby on the way.

24

ALTO

“You were supposed to be watching her! You were supposed to keep her safe!” Prez yells at me as I stand in the middle of the clubhouse.

“Don’t get me started on protecting her.” I smack the middle of my chest and point my finger in his face. “I warned you! I told you what was happening. I told you Grim was up to no good and what do you do? You kept him around. You allowed him in this MC. You wanted proof. Well guess what? You have your proof. Your daughter is gone. The woman we love is gone. The mother of our child is gone, and it’s because of you. She would have been safe going to her car if you had done something about Grim. You put your own needs in front of the club. Your own wants, and you have to pay the price. You should be the one without your title.”

“I know!” he screams at the top of his lungs, his face turning red and his eyes filling with tears. “You don’t think I know that now? I hate myself for it. I didn’t want to believe that one of the most prestigious MCs in America would do something like this.”

“You’re so concerned with growth, you aren’t even looking at the quality members you already have. Instead of focusing on going into our community, you’d see there are plenty of people who’d want to join, but no. You had your head so far up your ass—”

“Okay, this isn’t getting us anywhere. We need to set aside our differences and figure out where your brother is keeping Harlow. We can’t wait. If he is involved in trafficking women, then we need to find her quick,” Colt interjects. “Usually, he goes after women who have been harmed, but that isn’t the case here. They’ve been building a business, and your brother waited until the right opportunity. We were all riled up from the fight, and when we got home and she came over, our heads weren’t in the right space, and we regret not walking to the car with her. It’s something we will always think about for the rest of our lives. So we all fucked up. Push your shit to the side and let’s focus on getting our girl back.”

I wait for Prez to say something else, but he buries his face in his hands and shouts into his palms. It’s muffled, but the pain is there. I can feel it, and so can everyone else.

“It will be okay, Prez. We’ll find her,” Match says, trying to bring him comfort.

“We’re all in.” Dart steps forward.

“Definitely. She’s family,” Bookie says.

“Is she wearing a tracker yet? Have we tried her phone?” Bullwhip asks, leaning forward in the recliner.

“No, not yet. And her phone is off,” I say bitterly.

“Okay, so we need to call someone who knows about the MCs in the area. We need to start doing research. Boots to the ground. Who has that kind of power where they are always in the know?”

“The Mafia,” I whisper, wondering why I never thought of it earlier.

“Tomas owes me a favor. He’ll tell me anything,” Bane blurts.

We all turn to him. “Why does he owe you a favor?” I ask.

“He needed something done. I did it. I got paid and gave the MC a percentage, that’s all you need to know.” Bane pulls out his phone and dials a number.

“You have his phone number?” Colt is just as surprised as I am.

“Yeah,” he grunts, without giving us more information.

“Yeah, he says.” Colt throws up his hands in irritation.

Typical Bane.

He places the phone on speaker and a dark, Italian accent comes through the phone. “Bane, my friend. I was wondering when you were going to call again. I do have a job if you’re interested.”

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