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roared, “Where the fuck have you been?”
    “Had something I needed to take care of.” I had no intention of explaining where I’d been or what I’d been doing. He’d have all kinds of shit to say if he knew I’d been sitting outside some woman’s house for the past hour, and I didn’t want to hear it.
    “From now on, take care of your shit on your own time. The club comes first, and I hate fucking waiting,” he scolded.
    “Let’s talk in the office,” he ordered as he stood up to leave. I reached into the cooler, grabbed myself a beer and followed him down the hall.
    After shutting the door behind us, he went over to his desk and sat down, pulling his cigarettes out of his shirt pocket. As soon as my ass hit the seat, Cotton snapped, “Tell me.”
    “There’s more of them holed up at one of the warehouses at Port Angeles Mill.”
    “How many?” he asked while lighting his cigarette.
    “Three or four. Maybe more. He said they’d been gathering intel on us for weeks, could be longer,” I clarified. “Everything’s on some computer in the warehouse.”
    “Gonna need to see what they’ve got.”
    “Absolutely. Victor’s disappearance is going to have ramifications, as well. They’ll know something’s up.”
    “We’ll need to make a move before they have a chance to get back up. Plan to head out before daybreak. I’ll call in Guardrail and Maverick.”
    “Won’t need ’em,” I clipped.
    “Maybe not, but they’re going with you along with a couple of the prospects,” he said. Even though I knew it would be easier to go in alone, I also knew better than to try to argue that point with him.
    “Ready to bring these motherfuckers down, Prez. No dicking around. They’re already making plans to start distribution.”
    “Yeah, well… they’ll have to get through the club and you first,” he snickered. He was right about that. Cotton knew that I would do whatever it took to protect the club and my brothers, and I intended to do just that.
    “I need some shut eye before we leave. I’ll be back in a couple of hours,” I told him.
    When I left his office, I went straight to Big Mike’s room. It was late, but I knew he’d be up. He was always working on something. Hacking, rerouting, I don’t even know what the hell he does in that room, but he’s a genius with a keyboard. Big Mike just had a way with computers that I couldn’t even begin to understand, so I knew he’d be able to help me without drawing any unnecessary attention.
    My knuckles had barely made contact with the door, when he shouted, “Yeah?”
    When I opened the door, he was sitting at his computer, feverously typing away. His fingers froze as he watched me walk into the room. “Need you to do something for me.”
    “Whatcha got?” he asked, turning his chair from his computer to face me.
    “Not much for you to go on. Just an address and two first names. I’d say the woman’s in her late-twenties. She goes by Wren, and she’s got a young boy that’s probably seven or eight named Wyatt.” I told him as I handed him the scrap of paper. “Need everything you can find on them.”
    “You need it now?” he asked, rubbing his red eyes.
    “Next few days will do.”
    I didn’t wait for a response as I turned to leave. I got on my bike, and even though I only had a few hours till I had to meet back up with my brothers, I took the long way home. I needed some time to clear my head. It was one of those times that I needed all my focus to be on my club. But seeing the bruises on that kid’s arms brought back an onslaught of memories that I just couldn’t ignore. I remembered how it felt to be afraid all the time, living in a constant state of dread and the pain. God, I’d never forget the pain. There were times when I wondered what my life would’ve been like if someone had been there to put a stop to it, to end the hell that I was living through, but there was no one. Nobody had ever come to my rescue.
    I laid down