Page 46 of Hell on Wheels

“The fuck?” I growled, pissed.

“I was wrong, Maddog. The secret she’s been carrying is that she went undercover with Angel Mackenzie to find her sister. It’s the only conclusion that makes sense. I bet Torin is FBI. He’s probably building a case against the Guerrero Cartel, and she’s trying to find Molly before they take all those assholes down.”

Son of a bitch. He was right. “Well, fuck. I can’t let him take her away. I’ll never find her once she goes into WITSEC.”

“The Reaper could help, but it wouldn’t be easy.”

Lark shocked us both when she pushed Torin away. “No. I can’t leave Flint.”

“This isn’t the time to get caught up in some romantic fling, Lark.”

She narrowed her eyes at him. “Just because you’re my brother doesn’t mean you can boss me around. I’m going back to Flint. Besides, the Royal Bastards have Angel, and I need answers. He’s the only one who can tell me what happened to Molly.”

Torin mumbled a few curses. “You have to stay in contact. I can’t worry that you’ll disappear again. It almost fucking killed me.”

“I’ll let you know as soon as I know about Molly.”

“I’m serious, Lark. I’ll fucking go into that biker compound guns blazing, and I don’t give a fuck. No one messes with my sister.”

Lark’s expression softened. “I love you, too, Tor.”

He smirked, shaking his head. “You need to go before that kid comes in here looking for you and blows your cover.”

She rushed forward, throwing her arms around his middle to give the big guy a hug. “Stay sharp, Tor.”

“Always,” he promised as she backed away, hurrying from the store to meet up with Spook.

The camera clicked off, and I heard Spook’s voice. “What you want me to do, pres?”

“Say nothing. Bring her back here and stay alert. Notify me right away if you notice anyone following you.”

“You got it, pres.”

The call ended, and I shoved away from the table, agitated as I mulled over all the shit I just learned. My little songbird had a hell of a lot of secrets. She had a right to them. It wasn’t my place to force them from her, but I felt gutted that she didn’t come to me. I didn’t care whether her brother was a fed or she worked with him to free her sister. I just hated that she placed herself in danger.

I wanted Lark to trust me. To lean on me when she needed strength. I’d burn the whole fucking world to the ground for her to keep her safe and eliminate every threat against her and her sister. She needed to know that.

With a determined set to my jaw, I strolled toward the door, determined to meet her once she arrived.

No more secrets.

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