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Katrina cleared her throat. “Do you think they’re going to come after me? For the money?”

Lou nodded. “And for another simple reason.”

I growled, reaching the same conclusion.

She turned to me. “What is it?”

“You got away.”

Katrina shivered. “My house isn’t safe, is it?” Her shoulders slumped. “I love that little house. I’ve worked so hard for it.”

Lou squeezed her hand. “We’ll make it safe for you again. I promise.”

“No matter what,” I added.

Crow nodded in agreement. “We need to know every detail you all remember. Anything, even if it’s small. We have to find these sick fucks and end them.”

“Stop them before they hit the Roost,” Eagle Eye agreed. “I need to know everything about them. How they operate. Who they serve as clientele. Finances. Political ties. We’re going to crush them from the lowest level up to the top just so they know we’re coming for them, and we won’t quit until they’re decimated.”

Crow pounded his fist on the table. “That’s fucking right.”

“I’m scared,” Katrina whispered.

Fuck. Right as I got her to feel safe, these motherfuckers had to come back and ruin it. “Baby.”

“What if we’re all wrong? What if they think I’m not a threat, and they never come after me?”

It wouldn’t work like that. “They know about the money. It had to be part of the motivation for killing your parents. It’s the reason they’ll strike soon. They want access to those funds.”

“But I’ve not seen or heard anything. No one bothers me.”

“It doesn’t mean you’re safe,” Lou replied. “I hate it, but it’s true.”

“We need to protect our businesses and assets, Eagle Eye.” Crow ticked his chin toward our tech. “Jackdaw Security & Bail Bonds, LLC. Rook’s Towing & Recovery, LLC. Rook’s Pawn & Loans. See to it that they’re all secure. Untouchable.”

“Already done,” he assured Crow.

“And our accounts?”

“Also secured. No one is touching anything of ours.”

“Then it’s time to bring this to church.” Crow slapped his palms on the table. “Cuckoo, call them in.”

For the next two hours, we met and discussed all the details, assuring every member of the club understood what we were up against, how it affected Katrina, Lou, and me, and how we planned to stop this child sex trafficking group.

By the time church ended, the mood had shifted. Nobody was happy about this turn of events, but every member voted to fight these motherfuckers and make them pay.

I stood at the end, hugging Katrina against my side, touched that my brothers would risk their lives to help me and Katrina. And also, Lou. His scooter idled beside my woman, a silent supporter of all the club had decided.

“It’s late. You hungry?”

“Yeah.” Her stomach rumbled. “Fried chicken?”

It was her cheat meal and her favorite. “You bet.”

“I’m comin’,” Lou announced.

“You better. I can’t eat all that food by myself.”