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That gave me pause, but I still failed to see the urgency.

“Tried the coffee shop and the bakery before Drift caught wind and made contact,” Jax continued, gaze sharp behind his glasses.

“Contact,” I echoed with a smirk. “You mean he scared the shit out of her.”

“That was the intent.”

I squinted at him through the dim lighting in the pit lane. “So? You think people in this town are gonna crack just because some out-of-towner plays Nancy Drew? The ones who don’t keep their mouths shut out of loyalty will do it out of fear. Crossbend doesn’t talk.”

Jax lifted a brow. “I didn’t bring it to you because it’s a problem, Prez. I brought it to you because it’s an opportunity.”

That got my attention. I turned fully. “What kind of opportunity?”

Jax handed me his phone. A picture of a woman filled the screen—blond waves pulled back in a ponytail, blue eyes wide, and her jaw hardened in stubborn determination as she stood outside the bakery. But there was a softness about her that mademe wonder if she was as confident as she wanted people to believe.

“Says her name is Savannah Quincy,” Jax said.

My pulse thudded once, hard. “Quincy?

“Yup. She’s Devon’s sister.”

Damn straight, it was a fucking golden opportunity.

I stared at the photo again, closer this time. She was younger than I expected. Early twenties. Short. Curvy. Pretty in a way that felt too clean for this world. Too honest.

She had no idea what the hell she was walking into. Me.

“Bait,” I growled.

Jax adjusted his hat, turning it backward as he considered what I’d said.

“To draw out the rat,” he concluded.

“We take her,” I declared, already reaching for my cell.

Jax nodded once, his mind already several steps ahead. “She lives in Wedgewood. Small apartment above a flower shop. Quiet street. Minimal security. Should be able to snatch her without notice.”

“No,” I muttered, dialing my brother. “We don’t make this subtle.”

The line clicked.

“Yeah?”

“I need you and a few of the boys to meet me at the garage. Half an hour.”

Edge didn’t ask questions. “Done.”

I hung up and shoved my cell back into my pocket, my mind already shifting gears.

They wanted to use a rat to get inside my world? Fine. I’d use bait to drag the bastard out.

Eight hours later, the van rolled to a stop in front of a narrow building tucked behind a row of old businesses.

Wedgewood was a small, quiet town. The kind of place where everyone knew each other’s business. So we’d chosen to grab her in the morning when she left, knowing a lot of people would be up for work.

I stepped out of the van and casually leaned against the passenger door. Several people entered and exited the florist shop, all throwing us curious covert looks. When their eyes landed on me, if they didn’t recognize my face, then it was my cut that had them dropping their gazes as they hurried to their cars. They knew they weren’t in danger from us unless they’d crossed us, but we were scary motherfuckers nonetheless.

Not everyone outside Crossbend knew who we were, but they were the minority. Even if they weren’t involved in the world of racing.