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1-702-6739701: I have her. Finders keepers, losers weepers.

What the fuck does that mean?

I can’t control my breathing.

“Diesel?”

I stare at the message, the sender clearly none other than Jax. I didn’t want this to be true. I didn’t want to believe that a father could really use his own daughter as a chess piece to win his own game.

But the proof is right here.

“Diesel!”

Speechless, I hand over the phone.

But another hand swoops in and snatches it before Cash and Bishop can get to it. I follow the hairy arm up and meet Grizzly’s face.

“Who might this be, then?”

Fuck.

I tense, the muscle in my jaw ready to pop right out of my face.

“It would appear that the plot has just thickened.” Grizzly raises one of his bushy brows, staring down at the phone, intrigued. “Father has captured his own daughter.”

His commanding presence draws attention from other tables, whispered conversations starting to emerge in reaction to this not-so-shocking turn of events.

“Come on.” I shoot up, opening my arms in debate. “We all know how ruthless Jax is. There’s a reason Reaper Sons was in power before their…little blip ten years ago. Power doesn’t come to those who wait, to those who abide by the law like good citizens. Power comes to those who are the most inhumane.”

I take a breath. Being sergeant at arms doesn’t make you feel powerful. In fact, the more people you kill, the less powerful you tend to feel. The war in Russia taught me that. My bullets ripped through heart after heart, and all it left me feeling was empty.

I stand tall. “We’re not here for power. We’re here for prosperity, and not the materialistic kind. Wealth comes from companionship.” I turn to Cash. “From being part of somethingbigger than yourself. We don’t fight for power like those bastards. We fight for our club. For brotherhood.”

“Yes, exactly right.” Grizzly steps forward, taking over from where I left off. “Which is why it is of utmost importance that we look after one another and sacrifice only when necessary. My concern is all my members’ safety”—Grizzly turns my way—“not the daughter of our rival leader. If he wants to capture his own daughter, so be it. This is not our problem, and it’s certainly not our fight.”

Cash, Bishop, and I share an ice-cold glance, telepathically deciding that we’ll just have to go off alone and save Melissa ourselves.

“Punishment will be in order,” continues Grizzly, “if I find out thatanyone”—another glance in our direction—“has risked their lives to fight an unworthy cause. I’m sure the woman is innocent. If we had time and resources on our hands to go and save her, I would encourage it, but this, gents, is a trap. This is how Jax ruins us.”

Grizzly walks away, leaving the main room to unpack the details.

I sit back down in my chair, pinching the bridge of my nose.

Bishop winces. “You walked straight into that one, mate.”

“We have to save her,” I say under my breath.

Cash grimaces. “I agree, but I think you’re underestimating how pissed the Prez will be if he finds out his road captain and lead sergeant at arms have both gone off to play Prince Charming for the day, risking their lives. You two are valuable.”

“Yes,” says Bishop. “Because we’re good at what we do.” He leans in closer. “Look, if I can murder two hundred of Jax’s men, I can murder the prick himself. We can do this.”

“We need to go now,” I say.

“We’re gonna be walking into a trap,” Cash states.

“I know, so we have to be ready.” I think for a moment, staring into space. “We need the element of surprise. Cash?” I turn to him. “Find out where he’s keeping her.”

“Wouldn’t it be at the clubhouse?”