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CILLIAN

A few months had passed and Kill had spent most of his days working at the diner and his nights in Viv’s bed. Once he had her there was no way he was going to go sleep in the spare room. She didn’t seem to protest his proposal when he said he’d like to share her room. They had become pretty much inseparable and Viv even ended up going with him to meet with his probation officer every week. He had a feeling that after her first encounter with Hart, she wanted to prove that she wasn’t just some quick fuck. Not that Kill would ever consider her that.

Everything seemed to be working out for him until a few of his club buddies showed up at the diner asking to see him. Viv warned them that he’d be violating his parole if he agreed to talk to them but judging from the looks on their faces, something was up and he couldn’t just turn them away. She agreed to let them use her office and when he asked her to give them a minute, he didn’t miss the hurt and upset in her eyes.

“Fine,” she scoffed. “But much longer than that and I’m coming back here to break this little meeting up.”

“Deal,” he agreed. He waited for Viv to leave before shutting her office door. “Let’s have it, boys,” he said. “You three don’t look very happy to see me,” he teased.

“It’s Savage, Kill,” Ryder said. Out of all the three of them, Kill knew Ryder the best. Repo seemed pretty cool but Snake had quite the reputation for being a badass. He was warned by a few guys in the group to steer clear of him.

“What’s up with Savage?” Kill asked. Savage lived with his husband, Bowie, and his wife, Dallas, about twenty minutes from Viv’s place. He hadn’t seen much of them since moving into Viv’s house and that was on him. Savage was one of his best friends. He helped him so much once he got out, even giving him some cash to get by until he could find a job. He had gotten caught up with his new life and woman, which was no excuse. Kill suddenly felt like a first-class ass for not checking in with Savage after everything he had done for him.

“It’s his oldest kid,” Repo said. “She’s missing and he said to tell you he’s calling in that favor you owe him.”

“Chloe’s missing?” Kill said. She was one of the coolest kids he’d ever met. She was only seven years old but she was as bossy as the day was long. When Savage took him apartment hunting, she liked to point out where he should put furniture and how to set things up. When Kill told her he didn’t have anything to put anywhere, she quickly added that he should go out and buy some furniture. He told her he’d get right on that but everything changed so quickly for him.

“Tell me what I can do,” he breathed.

“You aren’t going to like it,” Snake said.

“Just tell me what Savage needs me to do and don’t worry about what I like and don’t like,” he said. “He helped me out when I got out and he’s right—I owe him big time.”

“He needs you to reach out to your contacts in the Dragons. He thinks they are the ones who took his daughter and he wants her back. Hell Kill, Savage will start a war if he needs to but none of us want that. You know that Savage Hell isn’t the kind of club to go out looking for trouble. But, the Dragons took this on when they took Chloe,” Ryder said. “Savage, Bowie, and Dallas are going out of their fucking minds not knowing where their daughter is.”

“I bet,” Kill said. “I’ll reach out today to see if I can find out what’s going on. My contact in that club is usually in the know. If Chloe’s with them, he’ll know it.” Kill heard Viv’s door creek open and knew that she had probably heard everything they were just discussing. He turned to find her very pissed off, standing in the doorway and his suspicions were instantly confirmed. His woman wasn’t going to like the fact that he was taking off to talk to his old club but what choice did he have—it was for Savage.

“Thanks for letting me know, guys,” he said, effectively ending their little meeting. “I’ll be in touch as soon as I know more.” The three guys filed out of the small office, each nodding politely to Viv except Snake who gave more of an inappropriate stare. Kill cleared his throat and Snake quickly found his way out of the office.

“You want to tell me that I didn’t hear you right?” Viv asked. He wasn’t sure what the right answer was, so he went with complete honesty.

“I’m a little out of practice here, baby,” he admitted. “When it comes to women and what I’m supposed to say and not say—well, I have no clue. I’ll just give it to you straight,” he said.

“Yeah, that’ll work,” she sassed, putting both hands on her hips. He had never seen Viv so pissed off before and he had to admit it was pretty damn cute and even made him hot.

“Savage has a kid and the Dragons have taken her. Or, at least that’s what Savage believes,” Kill said. “I have connections to that club still and he wants me to make a few calls, to see what I can find out.”

“Oh God,” she said. “That’s awful. Has he called the police?” Kill barked out his laugh and Viv looked him up and down as if he had lost his mind.

“Honey, the police don’t get called in for shit like this. Clubs learn to settle the score in their own ways. If the Dragons took Chloe, Savage will make sure they pay for it. Calling in the police only gets his daughter killed and we can’t let that happen.” Just the thought of something happening to sweet Chloe made him want to tear something or someone apart.

“So what, you’re just going to go in there, guns blazing and get her out?” Viv questioned.

“No,” he said. “That will be a violation of my probation. Besides, she’s only seven and that might put her directly in the middle of an already bad situation. I’m going in there to do a little recon and ask if they have her. If they took her, it’s for a reason and they’ll want their demands met for the exchange to happen.” Things like this happened all the time between rival clubs; usually because of one club getting in the way of the other’s business. He knew that Savage Hell was a pretty clean club but it was made up of mostly one-percenters and he had a feeling that some of their dealings stepped on the Dragon’s toes. Savage would have to intervene and make things right, but he would get his daughter back once all the demands were met.

“She’s only seven?” Viv asked.

“Yeah, and the sweetest kid I’ve ever met—albeit bossy as shit.” Kill laughed at the memory of her telling the big, bad MC men in her life exactly what to do.

“How did you meet Savage?” She asked. He knew Viv was trying to decide if the risk he was taking was worth it but he knew it was. He’d walk across fire to help his buddy.

“I met him when I was a kid. He knew my dad and when my family moved here, Savage helped my father find work—you know odd jobs here and there. It was enough to keep my family here and for the most part, we were happy. When my parents went back to Ireland, Savage took me under his wing and even when I had to go away, for my part in stealing that car, he stood by me,” Kill said.

“So, it was his club that you were trying to prove yourself to then?” Viv questioned.

“No,” he admitted. “Savage wouldn’t let me join Savage Hell. He said I was too young and hot-headed and he didn’t want any trouble in his club. I think that and my Dad’s death were what sent me into a spiral. I wanted to prove to him that he was wrong about me. I knew if I could show him that a club wanted me and that I could be a valuable part of them, he’d want me in Savage Hell. God, I was a fool. Instead, I ended up trying to become part of a club that wanted nothing to do with me. The Dragons were the ones who set me up to get caught. I thought that they wanted me but I was fecking wrong. Hell, they were the ones who helped land me in prison but Savage stood by me the whole time.”

“So, you are going to put yourself and your freedom in danger to go back into a club that set you up? What happens if these Dragons decide to do the same to you again, Cillian? What happens to us—to me? I can’t stand by and watch you rot in prison; I just found you,” Viv sobbed.

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