Page 100 of Silver Fox Daddies

“Not necessarily. There could be other locations. We can’t waste precious time traveling to the wrong place.”

“Gotcha.” He rises from his seat, returning a minute later with his laptop. “I need to trace the number. I should be able to hack into the SIM, get access to the device, and track a live location.”

I pick up my phone from the table, the one that Grizzly thudded down with more force than necessary. “Here.”

Cash squints, reading the phone number from the text message, fingers typing away on the keys without him even needing to look. Then, he hits enter and waits for the screen to load, swiveling the computer around for Bishop and me to see.

“Wait,” Bishop says. “What about her phone? Let’s track that first.”

“Good idea.” Cash slips out his own phone. “I have it right here.” He pulls up an application and zooms in on the map.

“She’s in the city. Not in her dorm block, though.”

“Give me that.” I snatch the phone from Cash. We’re running out of time. “It’s a house in a suburban neighborhood.” I toss the phone back and he catches it. “Must be her father’s.”

“It might have been left there. I wanna get a live location from Jax’s phone first.”

I pick at my nails as Cash works his magic. Bishop takes a big swig of beer, banging the glass back down on the table with brute force.

“Easy,” I tell him. “Save that for the fight.”

He flexes his fingers, knuckles cracking. “Don’t worry. I already have enough energy stored. Love naturally awakes the animal inside of you.”

I flash him a knowing look until it hits him what he’s just said.“That’s the first time something so pleasant has ever come out of your mouth.”

“What? Circumstances have made me realize this fact quickly. Real feelings for a person are always revealed in a time of crisis.”

“Bingo!” Cash shows us the map, a green dot pulsating over the same house.

Jax’s house.

“He’s in the same place? His home? Where Melissa’s phone is?” asks Bishop.

“That’s right.” Cash zooms in on the map, careful to check who’s around so we don’t draw any unwanted attention our way. He lowers his voice. “Notice how much lower Jax’s phone is than Melissa’s.”

“Yeah, so?”

Cash ghosts his finger over a faint burgundy line. “This marks the ground. Melissa must have left her phone in her father’s office. She’s nowunderground,presumably with him.”

“A basement?” Nerves cut through me.

“It looks that way, yeah.”

I exhale, trying to force away all of the worry. The main room is still heaving, people crawling everywhere.

“We gotta go now.”

“No. We only have one shot at this. If we go now, somebody will see us. We’re gonna have to act later. Ride out after nightfall.”

“And in the meantime?”

I turn to Bishop. “We prepare those 950 JDJs.”

It’s exactly12:00 a.m. when we slip out of the clubhouse. The atmosphere is silent, but my heart drums out of my chest so loud that I fear it might wake somebody.

Quietly, we jump on our Harleys and start up the engines, heading to the road.

Stars glitter above, the night’s sky like a sequin blanket stretching across the sky. It would be a nice view if I didn’t have anything else on my mind.