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“We’re gonna get her back,” Sig stated. “That’s for fuckin’ sure. And that fucker’s gonna pay. They all will.”
“Sig,” Autumn breathed.
“No one does that shit to my sister and gets the fuck away with it. No one, Red. My niece is comin’ home.”
My niece is comin’ home.
“Wait… I… This isn’t home,” she said quickly. “We can’t stay here. We need to travel to book gigs… I—”
“Listen,” Dodge started, holding her chin and her gaze. “That’s not what we need to concentrate on right now. That shit will all get figured out in the end. Right now, we need to get Maya. Agreed?”
She got what he was inferring but wasn’t saying out loud. She wanted to argue but, yes, now was not the time. The priority was to get Maya back and then she needed to have a sit down with the band and discuss how they’d handle things from there.
They had a say. The band might have her name but it wasn’t all about her. They’d been there for each other for a few years now and she wasn’t going to abandon that family even though she found her brother and his Fury family.
Her narrow world was getting wider. She hoped to hell that was a good thing. She needed something good in her life besides her music.
She glanced down at the M she had tattooed on the webbing of her right hand. She rubbed her left thumb back and forth across it. She saw that reminder of her daughter whenever she gripped the microphone on stage. She saw it whenever she ate or drank. She stared at that reminder every damn day. A reminder of what she was fighting for. A reminder to never give up.
Everyone in that apartment right then, Sig’s brotherhood and their ol’ ladies might be what they needed. Becoming a part of Sig’s life might give her and Maya some roots.
She could only hope. Something she’d clung to since the day she walked out the door to create a life for her daughter so she could finally get her back. That hope had been stepped on and crushed many times over the years. But now…
Now…
Dodge’s deep rumbling voice drew her back. “All right. We’re done here for now. Let’s come up with a solid plan. This ain’t Hillbilly Hill we’re dealin’ with, Sig. Nobody gives a fuck about what happens to the Shirleys except the Shirleys. Someone might give a fuck about these motherfuckers.”
Syn had no idea who the Shirleys were and what Hillbilly Hill was. She wasn’t even sure if she needed to know.
“We wanna get Trip involved?” Sig asked.
“We got a choice?” Deacon asked.
“Nope,” Dodge answered him. “We need to get a quick meet together and discuss how this is gonna be handled. We’ll probably need more than the three of us. Thinkin’ if we end up doin’ this on our own and not tellin’ Trip ’til afterward, he’s gonna be fuckin’ pissed.”
Deacon nodded. “Yeah, thinkin’ that’s for the best. Plus, if we need the Grumpy Green Giant and Jet, we could have them help, too.”
“Do you think Rook will be okay with getting Jet involved?” Reese asked, rising from the couch and taking the mewing baby from Deacon’s arms.
Deacon’s lips twitched. “D’you think Jet gives a shit what that asshole says? Think he needs a tit, babe.”
“Yes, both my tits and I are very aware of that, thank you,” Reese answered him.
“Fuck, I miss—”
“Sig!” Autumn yelled, cutting off Syn’s brother.
Eyebrows rose throughout the room and Autumn’s face became as red as her hair. She pressed a hand to her cheek and gave Sig a look that spoke volumes.
“Whatever,” he muttered.
Syn wondered what that was about. Maybe it was best she didn’t know since it involved her sibling.
Dodge snorted next to Syn. “Okay, then. Yeah, let’s get somethin’ set up with the brotherhood. Or at least with Trip and let him decide who all’s gonna be involved with this. The Shirleys are just gonna have to wait for now. They ain’t an immediate threat.”
“Trip ain’t gonna like that but he’ll agree with it. And we still got the prospects takin’ turns up there keepin’ their fingers on those inbreds’ pulse,” Deacon said.
“It’d be better if my fingers were snappin’ their fuckin’ necks,” Sig said.
“Wish it was that easy,” Deacon muttered. “But we know it ain’t.” He put a hand on the small of Reese’s back. “Okay, my kid needs to eat. Talk to Trip.”
“The sooner we can get a plan together, the sooner we can execute it,” Dodge said.
“Agreed,” Sig said. “Think he’s up at the house. Gonna go talk to him and let the rest of you know. Yeah?”
“Yeah,” Deacon and Dodge answered in unison.
After Deacon and Reese left and went back next door with their fussy son, she and Dodge stood.
“You got an extra coat for her?” Dodge asked Autumn. “What’s she’s wearin’ ain’t warm enough for this weather and you seem to be close in size.”
