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Every man in church flinched except me, mostly because I was too pissed off to give the bastard the satisfaction.

“Good morning to you too, Montclair.”

“Don’t fuck with me, O’Rourke.”

Reaper sighed through the speaker. “Morning, Callum.”

Silence followed.

Then Montclair’s voice dropped into something considerably more dangerous. “Why the fuck are you on this call?”

“Long story,” Reaper answered.

“Getting longer by the fucking minute,” Montana added.

Montclair made a sound that suggested he had just discovered his morning somehow involved three presidents he had no desire to speak to. I understood the feeling.

“Montclair,” I cut in before this turned into whatever bullshit history existed between all of them. “Why are you looking for Romeo?”

“Because Fiona is fucking missing.”

The anger disappeared from my chest so fast it left cold behind.

Across the table, Nav straightened. “What do you mean, missing?”

“I mean her bed is empty, Romeo is gone, and I had one extremely pissed-off grandmother walk into my clubhouse demanding I produce her granddaughter before she starts removing body parts.”

Carly inhaled sharply.

Fury said something too low for me to catch.

I gripped the edge of the table. “Start at the beginning.”

Callum Montclair was furious, but the Marine beneath the biker took control of his voice as he gave me the facts. “Some asshole attacked Fiona behind the shop after closing. Romeo pulled in while it was happening.”

My gaze snapped to Nav.

He looked away.

That was who Romeo had called him to find.

Motherfucker.

“How bad was she hurt?” Carly asked.

“Physically, not as bad as it could have been. The bastard didn’t get far enough to finish what he intended because Romeo showed up.” Callum paused, and when he continued, his voice carried enough violence to explain why he had once been considered scarier than men with reputations built on killing, “Romeo took her back to Martha’s and stayed until Fiona settled. Then he went hunting.”

“Marcus Webb,” Nav said quietly.

My head turned toward him.

Callum heard it too. “You know the fucker?”

“Romeo called me to track him down.”

I was going to murder my own tech officer later.

Possibly with his fucking laptop.