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Jackson looks at my brother and then me as Elijah finishes his message.

Carson’s face pales, and I reach for him. “What is it?”

“The day we found Luna at the campground, he was fishing …” his words trail off and he stands. “I’ve got to get home.”

Jackson snaps his fingers and orders Carver to follow my brother. I’m going too.

But when I pass Jackson, he grabs my arm. “We’re all leaving. We’ve got a little trouble back home. Stay close to your brother.”

“Is it Luna?”

“The old fuckers say they have it under control. But we need to go. The club will be right behind you guys, but let’s keep it on the down-low for now. We don’t need your brother losing his shit on the road.”

Jackson whistles to get everyone’s attention.

Something’s happened to Luna.

I run my hand through my hair, fuck. There have been times over the past few weeks I’ve wished for her to disappear. Fuck!

Carver and Carson are already on their bikes by the time I get outside.

“Wait!” I yell.

Carson looks up, and my heart breaks for him. He’s scared.

I jog over to them. “I’m going with you.”

He hits himself in the helmet a few times, angry at himself. “I had a bad feeling. I shouldn’t have left her alone.”

I don’t have time to tell him whether his fears are valid or not.

“Let’s just keep our heads about us, yeah?” I put my helmet on and then bump it against his, looking him in the eye. I want him to know that I have his back. “We’ll be home soon enough, brother.”

The three of us ride hard. The rest of the club at our backs … somewhere. I know Jackson is keeping everyone a little farther down the road so as not to alert Carson of the trouble back home.

But he already senses it …

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Big Dan

Iplace my hand against the closet door, listening to her soft words.

“Somewhere safe. Somewhere far away. Please, God, take me somewhere safe.”

I’d like to leave her here, but she’s hurt.

Her shirt was covered in blood when she ran to me.

“Dan!” Dirk and Raffe yell, racing up the stairs.

The chanting stops.

I meet them at the door, placing my finger over my mouth. “He’s out back. I’ve got him tied up good, he isn’t going anywhere, but someone needs to take him to the shed.”

Raffe instantly starts heading back down. “Can he walk? Or will it take two of us?”

“He can hop on one fucking leg. The other is blown to shit.”