Page 29 of Hell on Wheels

“Maybe, but we can handle it.”

Rael snorted. “I’m almost insulted.”

“When are you not?” Mammoth mumbled, shaking his head.

Flint squinted, blinked, and cursed. “Fucking eye bullshit.” He squared his shoulders, facing Grim. “I’ll be visiting your guest downstairs.”

Grim nodded. “Thought you’d say that.”

“Told you he wouldn’t be askin’,” Patriot laughed.

“You Devil Dogs never do.”

That brought a smile to both Patriot and Flint’s faces.

“A Devil Dog?” I asked, picturing some satanic monster from hell.

“It’s a nickname for Marines because of our tenacity and fighting ability,” Flint explained.

I could see that.

Flint squeezed my hand. “We need to talk later.”

I wasn’t surprised he said that. There was a lot of information he didn’t know, and it served no purpose to hide it from him anymore. Sure, I still had a plan. Finding Molly was my top priority. With Flint’s help, maybe I could finally get the answers I needed.

“Okay.” I cleared my throat, turning to Grim. “I have to see Angel.”

He arched a brow. “Why?”

His club. He deserved to know the truth. Patriot probably already mentioned it.

“Angel has my sister.”

I felt Flint’s grip tighten around my fingers. “Explain.”

“Molly is ten years younger than me. Only sixteen.”

Grim scowled. “Don’t tell me that motherfucker in my basement uses kids.”

“I can’t say for certain,” I admitted, “but I don’t believe so. He gets his pussy from, uh,” I paused, realizing this part of the story sucked. “From multiple women.”

“You?” Patriot asked softly.

Nodding, I tried to pull my hand from Flint’s, but he held tighter. “I got close to him to find Molly.”

“Fuck,” Flint cursed.

Patriot held my gaze. “I understand. Better than you know. Traffickers held my ol’ lady.”

Swallowing hard, I fought tears. “You helped her, didn’t you?”

“Yes.”

Wow. Finally. I found men brave enough to stand up to the Guerrero family and the traffickers who had my sister.

“Angel knows where she is,” I divulged. “I’ve been trying to find her for a year.”

Flint tugged me into his arms. “He ever hurt you before we met?”

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