“Where’s Clover?”
“She’s sleeping in a room upstairs. Are you hungry, sweetheart?” her mom asked. Sunny shook her head. “I’ve eaten. So, who’s going to tell me what’s going on?”
They looked at each other.
“Dad.” She reminded Hawk. “We’re no longer kids. You can protect us, but also be open. I won’t freak out, but I prefer to know what you can share. Please don’t keep me in the dark.”
“She’s your daughter, little bit,” Hawk gruffed and coasted a hand to the back of Sunny’s head before setting her free so she could sit around the table.
As far back as her memories went, Hawk had been a vigilant guy with his family. Almost too much. Sometimes, she didn’t understand, but Gia would explain that keeping them safe and happy was his only job, and he took it seriously and occasionally needed them behind locked walls. His affection had blinded her to his controlling nature; she’d never questioned why he kept such a close watch on his daughters, always fearing some unseen threat.
She supposed now, because of this, his vigilance made sense. While she waited for one of them to speak, her dad leaned his tall frame against the kitchen counter. The color of her eyes, which she shared with him, was grave.
Her mom started. “Surveillance photos came to the clubhouse last week, but there’s been nothing new since, and no notes point to who it could be.”
“So, there’s nothing for Lawless or Angie to search?” she guessed. Those two were hacking sleuths.
“Not quite, but they’re on it, anyway. Lawless has his ear to the pulse of the dark web for whispers.”
“The club has enemies,” Sunny said.
It went without saying that this wasn’t the first lockdown she’d experienced in her short life. Typically, however, the enemy was identified. Rival clubs would occasionally bump up against the Souls.
But this felt different if it was an unknown, and the cold skittered down her spine.
“I have more,” Hawk stated in his rough voice. “This is because of something I’ve done in the past. I’m going to stop it.”
“Of course you will, baby.” Agreed, her mom.
“Is lockdown necessary if it’s only been photos?”
The growl rumbling out of her father’s chest was answer enough, and she caught the sympathetic glance of her mother, asking her to understand.
“So, what can I do?”
“Nothing, honey. We wait.”
“I don’t mean going out and hunting for this person,” she tittered a little. It was probably exhaustion and her adrenaline crashing. “As if Dad would ever hand me a gun,” she smiled at his scowl. “I meant I can pitch in and help if things need doing around here.”
“I’m sure Zara will find something for you to do.”
“Good. I want to keep busy.” Being a rule follower by nature, she asked. “I’m assuming I need a prospect if I go out?”
“Yes.” Hawk gruffed.
“I think Sebastian would take over that duty.” Her mom said, a twinkle in her eye. She knew Sunny’s feelings and the reason she had left Colorado.
“No,” she blurted. “A prospect will be fine. I probably won’t go out, anyway.”
“How was the ride here?”
There was that knowing glint again, and Sunny shook her head, not wanting to discuss Sebastian with her dad right there.
“It was uneventful, other than the car following us.”
“What?” he roared and pushed off the counter, bristling like a scrap yard dog.
“Oh.” She gasped. Seeing her dad angry was always a sight because he was so soft and loving with his girls. “Yeah, I think Seb is telling Uncle Rider about it right now.”
