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I ignored him and looked at Nav. “Ping their phones.”

His laptop was open before I finished the sentence.

“Don’t fucking bother,” Montclair snapped.

Nav’s hands stopped.

“Why?”

“Their phones are sitting on Martha’s kitchen table beside the goddamn note.”

“Both of them?”

“Both.”

“Son of a bitch.”

Romeo hadn’t done that by accident.

He knew Nav could track him. He knew exactly what we would do once someone realized Fiona was gone. Leaving both phones behind wasn’t panic. It was planning.

And I knew one more thing about Romeo that suddenly mattered a hell of a lot.

He was fucking Cajun swamp rat.

He might live in Nebraska, wear my patch, run his business in Diamond Creek, and complain about our winters every year like cold weather had personally insulted his ancestors, but there was one place that bastard would always consider home.

New Orleans.

Reaper must have reached the same conclusion about the problem in front of us, because when he spoke again, the humor was gone. “Before anybody starts deciding which pieces of Romeo they want, we find Fiona.”

“For once, asshole and I agree,” Montana said.

“Keep talking, Fucknuts.”

“There it is,” I muttered. “Ten whole seconds. Might be a fucking record.”

Montclair wasn’t amused. “I don’t give a fuck what any of you do after we find her. Romeo promised that old woman he would take care of Fiona, then walked her out of the house while she slept.”

“He didn’t force Fiona to go,” Carly pointed out quietly. “The note says she went with him.”

“That is the only reason I’m planning to kill him immediately instead of slowly,” Montclair said.

Cash finally lost the fight and laughed out loud.

Montclair heard him. “Who the fuck is laughing?”

“Nobody,” Cash answered immediately.

“Smart man,” Reaper said.

I rubbed both hands over my face. Somehow, less than an hour ago, my largest problem had been an old lady who couldn’t get enough of my dick, and cold coffee. Now Romeo had disappeared with Fiona, the Sons of Hell wanted his head, Carly had unearthed another Society secret, Nav had neglected to keep me fucking informed, again, and Reaper and Montana were on my phone threatening to restart their usual bullshit at any second.

I was going to kill Romeo.

After I found him.

After I made sure Fiona was safe.