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“You and your biker rats can get that bastard child back on your own. You won’t get a penny from us.”

Reaper stepped forward, but Lucy held up a hand.

“That doesn’t surprise me,” Lucy said coldly. “You didn’t help when your son was murdered. Why start now?”

“Fuck you, you ungrateful little bitch. You’re lucky I called at all.”

Lucy’s shoulders dropped slightly. “You’re right, and thank you for letting me know. Do you have any details?”

“I’ll forward you the text we got.”

The line went dead. A second later, Lucy’s phone pinged and she handed it to Link.

“Okay,” he said, eyes scanning. “I’ve got an address.”

“Let’s ride out,” Reaper said.

Chapter 35

Finn

“Wait,” Lucy called out, and all heads turned to her. “They think Ronan Kane, my father, is going to show up, right?”

We nodded.

“Then we go in quiet,” she said quickly, her mind already working. “Rent an upscale car. Finn drives. The rest of you stay low in the back. Have the others waiting farther out so they don’t hear the bikes. We get Noah first . . . then go all out on them.”

Reaper’s eyes narrowed slightly as he considered it, and then he nodded to Link.

“I’m going too.” Kate’s voice cut through the room. She pushed herself to her feet, unsteady but determined, and looked Reaper dead in the eye.

“Kate, I don’t think that’s a good idea,” I said, trying to guide her back down onto the sofa. Her head snapped towards me, eyes blazing.

“Yeah, well, fuck you, Finn,” she spat, her voice shaking but sharp. “You’ve already made one decision for me today that changed my life. I’ll be damned if I let you make this one too.”

The room went still, and my shoulders slouched. She was right. I looked at Reaper, who just shrugged.

“Okay, then. Car’s booked,” Link called. “It’ll be here in twenty.”

“I’ve got a duffle in the back we can pretend the money’s in,” Riot added, already heading out with Maria.

I stepped into the kitchen, needing a second. I grabbed a mug and busied myself with making another cuppa just to keep my hands from shaking. Soft footsteps followed me in.

“I’m sorry,” Kate said behind me, and I stilled. “But I hope you understand . . .” Her voice wavered before she steadied it. “I’m not sitting here while my son is out there with those lunatics.”

I turned to face her. Her eyes were red, her face pale, but there was steel there instead of shock.

“I know,” I said. She stepped closer, and I pulled her into me without thinking. She clung to me like she needed something solid to hold onto.

“I’m getting him back,” I murmured into her hair.

“We are,” she corrected.

The car pulled up twenty minutes later, too clean and polished for what we were about to do, and we drove in silence.

A block or two away, the bikes flashed their lights and the rumble died down. The plan was for them to wait ten minutes then make their move, while the prospects waited in the truck they’d brought with Noah’s car seat in the back.

The house was exactly what I expected—big, expensive, the kind of place built on dirty money.