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K night walked into the facility. His body felt numb as Saint led him into the kitchen. He automatically sat where Saint pointed and heard them as if he plunged his head into water.

“All right asshole,” Leo growled. “I don’t particularly like you at this moment, but I dislike an innocent pregnant woman who’s possibly gotten into some trouble out there all alone more. You’ll tell us what transpired between the two of you. We need a full picture.”

“I hurt her,” he whispered.

“Self-incriminations happen on your own time. Let’s make this clear. We do this for Bryanna and her. Not you. What happened? Start at the beginning,” Saint ordered.

Knight swallowed the bile, threatening to come up. “I went on a top-secret mission. When I finished, my contract with the Navy concluded. I focused on the job. Things at home seemed to fall apart. I ensured she lived in a beautiful home, drove a nice car and had access to whatever money she needed. I wanted her to feel secure. I gave her everything and yet it didn’t feel like enough. I opened the door and found her in the bedroom with another man. She sat in the bed, and the man came out of the bathroom.”

“Did she explain why?” Leo leaned in and asked.

He shook his head. “No. When I asked she said I knew everything, why didn’t I tell her. I don’t understand. If she didn’t sleep with him, why didn’t she deny it?”

“Because as her husband, you should’ve trusted her before anything else. I imagine you acted like you have since you moved here. A class A asshole. You hurt her,” Shadow gritted out.

“I didn’t,” Knight whispered. “I didn’t hurt her. I destroyed her. Before I left…I said, ‘Thank God we didn’t have any kids,’” he admitted, broken to the core. “I gotta find her.”

“You don’t deserve her,” Taco growled.

“I know. Please. I fucked up. I’ll pay you or do whatever you want. Just help me find her,” he pleaded.

“Get the whiteboard,” Leo ordered. “List every place you took her when you visited Seattle. We pair off and search. We don’t know what we’ll find. Call PITA and Victoria. We’ll need the men for boots on the ground.”

Taco already spoke into his phone while Shadow grabbed the board and dragged it into the kitchen.

Saint clamped his shoulder hard. “When we find her, you know you might not fix this. You might have to let her go.”

Dread and fear filled him at the thought of a life without her and the child she carried. “If making her happy means I walk away, then I’ll do it. Her safety comes first.”

Saint nodded before he turned and walked down the hallway. Patch stood in front of the board with a marker in his hand. “All right, asshole. Let’s do this.”

Knight nodded and began listing every place they visited. They’d find her, and somehow, he promised to make it right,even if it meant letting her go. She didn’t deserve what he put her through and he didn’t deserve her.