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Maybe I was. “Still, it doesn’t matter. His brothers don’t trust me, and I don’t trust them either. When this is all over, no one will be able to forget that.” Least of all me. “I appreciate your advice but we both know when it comes to this club, nothing compares.”
It looked like Jana had finally gotten the hint. As much as I appreciated her attempt to help, my situation was unique and I would handle it myself. She gave a resigned sigh and turned her disappointed shoulders toward the door. “If you need anything or you just want to talk, give me a call.”
“Thank you, Jana. I mean it.”
She nodded and looked at me with sad green eyes. “Lasso is a really good guy and no matter what happens between the two of you, he deserves a chance to watch his kid grow up.”
“I know,” I grumbled and went back to the sofa after she left. It was the part that left me struggling too. I couldn’t deprive our child of knowing a father like Lasso and I couldn’t deny him the chance at being the father he was destined to be.
Which meant I might have to stay in Vegas. Plant roots.
Settled in.
My phone rang and I snatched it up, hoping it was Lasso to tell me everything was done and done. Over. Everyone safe. “Hello?” I should have looked at the screen.
“Rochelle. Meet me at the southwest end of the property in thirty minutes.”
“Forty,” I countered.
“Don’t make me wait a minute more. I’m not in a forgiving mood, Rochelle.” He ended the call and I took several deep breaths, calming my racing heart and emptying my mind.
Then I sprang into action.
Chapter 22
Lasso
When I got back from Bungalow Three all I wanted was Rocky and a shower, not necessarily in that order. But when I got to the apartment upstairs, it was empty. With all the shit that had already gone down, my first instinct was to panic but Genesis had already put in his harassing call for the day. Still, I turned and went back down the stairs and into the clubhouse. I checked the bedrooms in back as well as the common area, but she was nowhere to be found.
Now, I was fucking panicked.
I went back upstairs to our apartment because I knew if she’d left here of her own free will, she would have left some kind of clue.
And I hoped like hell she did.
I sagged in relief when I saw her hand-drawn plans of the whole Reckless Bastards compound. At least the parts she could see and learn about from others. It was laid out with three pennies taped to it, each one wrapped in a different color yarn. My lips quirked in a smile at the fact she’d used the same yarn from the baby beanie for whatever this map was meant to be. Since I didn’t know, I needed help.
I found Jag and Cross out in back sharing a joint. “What’s up?” Jag was my best friend and knew me better than anyone. He took one look at me and was immediately on alert.
“Rocky isn’t here. No signs of a struggle but she’s gone. Left this.” I laid out the hand drawn plans and took a step back, hoping some of it meant something to someone else.
“Where in the hell did she get such detailed plans?” Cross was angry. Tired and angry weren’t a good mix with him, but I was worried about my pregnant wife. His feelings would have to wait.
“She drew them from memory so she could be prepared if she needed to make a fast getaway.”
Jag grinned. “What a woman.”
“Yeah. See anything helpful?”
Jag looked at the plans for a few minutes, taking in every detail before he honed in on a set of numbers in one corner. “I think we got something.” He pointed again and stood with that excited look he got when a digital mystery was in front of him.
“What the fuck is that supposed to be? It’s nonsense,” Cross insisted angrily, taking a long pull off the joint and blowing the smoke toward the sky. “Maybe she decided to end this without more bloodshed.”
“That would solve all your problems wouldn’t it?” He glared at me, ready to tell me off I was sure, but Jag had left and come back with one of his laptops, started it up and plugged the numbers into some program.
“Damn.” Jag smiled at the screen then looked up at me and Cross. “She’s damn smart. Those numbers allow me to access her phone, her microphone and GPS.” His fingers flew over the keyboard as he spoke. “We can track her in real time, which means we can get to her before whatever this plan is, pans out. Got her.”
My phone rang as my gaze focused on the red dot and I absently hit the speaker button. “Rocky, what the fuck, babe?”
