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The time seemed to tick by so fucking slowly. I kept telling myself it wouldn’t matter what Isiah did with her, that I would find her and that everything would be okay. But in reality, I just wanted to walk into his fucking nightclub and blow the goddamn place apart.
But instead, I had to hold my tongue and try and keep my calm.
We were in Vegas by 8:00 a.m. the next morning after sending a few boys down the strip to ask around, hoping someone would have seen Isiah since last night. Luckily, he’s a creature of habit and likes to make sure he’s in the building every morning to go over the figures from last night. Plus, that was his safe place, the place where he thought was impenetrable. Where he could do his deals and his fucking bullshit without being caught. He thought he had a hometown advantage, but we were about to destroy him on his own turf.
We just needed time.
The sound of Harley’s had both Romeo and me leaping out of our chairs and walking swiftly toward the double doors to outside. While we’d agreed that bringing my brothers in was a good idea, Huntsman wasn’t keen to create any more tension than needed by bringing them to the clubhouse. So we were meeting on more mutual turf—the place I met Huntsman for the first time with Romeo, the construction site and company headquarters just a few blocks away.
The Exiled Eight had come in force.
The doctors had recommended that Huntsman stayed in the hospital, but after twelve hours in recovery, serious lifesaving surgery and against doctor’s orders, he signed himself out and had just made it back.
Luckily, Diddit’s Old Lady was a nurse in Las Vegas so she was there with him, checking his vitals and making sure he took his meds since I’d already threatened once to have him tied to the bed so he couldn’t kill himself trying to save Meyah.
Standing outside, five motorcycles came rumbling down the makeshift road, creeping cautiously and dodging those fucking potholes. By the time they reached the building and pulled their rides to a halt, most of the Exiles had already made their way outside.
This was a strange situation, two clubs meeting and having to join forces without knowing anything about the other. It was hard to trust a man to have your back when you’d only known him a couple of hours, and he had no fucking loyalty to you whatsoever.
Fortunately, we all had one thing in common, which meant whether we were strangers or not, Meyah was family to us both, and we weren’t done until she was home safe.
The roar of the engines came to a stop, and the old ladies climbed out from behind their men, standing by their sides until they parked their borrowed rides and climbed off themselves.
There were a few moments of silence.
I didn’t know what to fucking say as I looked over at Leo, feeling like I’d fucking failed him—like I’d failed the entire club—by not protecting Meyah like I promised I would when I claimed her. I wanted to punch myself in the fucking face.
I could see the pain in his eyes, the way he scanned the men behind me.
I hadn’t been able to tell him much on the phone. This meeting itself was going to be a real test of how much my brothers trusted me because all I’d said was that Meyah had found her dad. He was a part of a club. And that Meyah had been taken.
“That’s enough,” Hadley finally snapped, pushing past Leo and jogging over to Romeo and me. She threw her arms around me, and I hugged her tight. “We’ll get her back,” she whispered in my ear before pulling back and pushing my hair back from my face, just like a mother would.
Chelsea, Rose, Skylar, and Sugar followed suit, hugging me close and reassuring me that everything would be okay before moving on to Romeo and doing the same—much to his annoyance and the amusement of the club behind me who knew him as this big bad wolf.
I took a deep breath and walked forward to meet my brothers. Standing in front of the men who had taken me in, shown me what it was like to have a family that had your back through anything and fucking everything.
My president, my vice president, my old lady’s uncle.
“You’re running this show,” Op told me when I just stood there in silence. Not sure what to say.
Sorry?
I fucked up.
Just wait for one of them to punch me in the face?
“We need to know the plan, kid,” Blizzard added. “And you’re gonna need to introduce us or something ‘cause I’m not feeling awfully fucking great about this situation right now.”
I looked over my shoulder, there were at least twenty-five men all watching us carefully. Cautiously.
“We’ve only got a few hours left, we need to get this shit right,” Romeo added, looking at me, pressing me to sort my shit out.
To get Meyah back.
That’s why we were all here. That’s why this awkward and possibly dangerous situation was happening right now, and that’s why we needed to all put our shit to the side and focus.
And that was up to me.
