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“Feckers,” Kill said, standing from his seat. “They have Chloe?”
“Yeah,” Havoc breathed. “I was part of the crew they sent to take her. They went by her school, during recess and well, they took her. I never showed to help with that part and when Dante found out that I bailed, he stripped me of my patches. I’m fine with not being a part of the Dragons anymore but I’m not all right with what they plan to do with that little girl.”
“What’s Dante planning?” Kill asked. He was worried that he already knew, but he had to hear it from the horse's mouth.
“They are going to ship her to Mexico. Dante’s running a trafficking ring and he specializes in virgins. That poor kid will be sold off to the highest bidder and I just can’t stand by and let that happen. You still close with Savage?” Havoc asked.
“Yeah,” Cillian said. “He’s partially why I’m here.” Kill held up his hands, “Don’t get me wrong, I’m all in on this gym thing and I’d love to teach for you. But, I thought you might be able to give me a little information about the Dragons—you know two birds and one stone?”
Havoc shrugged, “Sure.”
“How long do we have before they move her?” Kill asked.
“I’m not sure,” Havoc admitted. “I was kicked out a couple of days ago now and I’ve been out of the loop. Honestly, I’ve been laying low. We both know that the Dragons don’t just let you leave. It’s only a matter of time until they either suck me back into the club or I disappear.” Havoc was right, Kill did know how the Dragons operated all too well. He had been on the losing end of their shenanigans and that was a place he didn’t plan on ending up again. This time, he had an ace up his sleeve—Jackson Hart. He wouldn’t fail to use his safety net if need be. There was no way he’d let the Dragons win again. He had too much to lose and Viv and their baby were worth fighting for.
“We’ll just need to make sure that doesn’t happen, Havoc,” Kill said. “I’ve got your back.”
Havoc barked out his laugh, “Considering the fact that I never had your back, I appreciate that, Cillian.”
“The past is just that—the past. I won’t hold you responsible for the shitty decisions I made and you can stop beating yourself up for not having my back. You were the only guy who spoke up for me and the only one who showed up to support me at my trial. I’ll not forget that Havoc,” Kill promised.
Havoc held out his hand and Kill took it. “When can you start teaching classes?” he asked.
“How about next week?” Kill asked. “I just have a few odds and ends to work out and then I can jump right in. Thanks for the opportunity, man.”
“Not a problem, Cillian. I appreciate you taking this on. Will I see you tomorrow for training?” Havoc asked.
“Yeah,” Kill agreed. “But, for the love of Christ, can we meet any later?”
Havoc chuckled, “Sure. How about six? That time work better for you?”
Kill groaned. “Yes,” he said. “It’s still early but will give me time to shower and get to work. See you at six,” Kill said. He turned to leave Havoc’s office, grabbing his gym bag on the way out.
“Yep—six, sharp,” Havoc called after him. Kill waved over his shoulder, not bothering to look back. He knew he’d find his old friend watching him, wearing his shit-eating grin that was always infectious. Kill made Havoc a promise to have his back and that was one he planned on keeping. He had just enough time to swing by Savage’s house before he had to be home to help Viv at the diner. Kill wasn’t looking forward to having to convince Savage to hear Jackson Hart out, but it might be the only way to get Chloe back knowing that there was now a ticking clock hanging over their heads. Time was of the essence and they would all need to work together before it was too late.
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“You fucking mean to tell me that you went to the cops, Cillian? Why the hell would you do that when I specifically told you not to? You know how these things run. We take care of club business and leave the cops out of it,” Savage growled. Cillian watched as the big guy paced the floor in front of the bar. Bowie and Savage met him there when he called, leaving Dallas and the kids at home. Cillian told them he had news and they didn’t want the kids in on their conversation. They were just babies but Greer had asked about her sister a few times and Dallas had told her she was at a friend’s house. It broke Cillian’s heart that they were all having to go through this but Savage needed to remember the end game—getting Chloe back from the Dragons in one piece. Nothing else mattered.
“Just hear me out, Savage,” Cillian asked.
“No—just fucking no,” Savage growled.
“Maybe we should just all calm down and hear Cillian out, Babe,” Bowie offered. “It can’t hurt. If you still want to kill him when he’s done, I’ll help.” Bowie shot him a wolfish grin and Kill nodded his thanks. He could tell that Savage’s husband was just trying to soothe him and from the way Savage exhaled and sunk into a chair, it seemed to be working.
“Fine,” Savage grumbled. “Start talking.”
“I went to see Havoc,” Kill said.
“You should have led with that, from the beginning,” Savage said. “What did he say? Does he know if they have my daughter or where they are keeping her?”
“Yes,” Kill breathed. “He said they have her and last he saw her; she was safe and being held by the Dragons.”
“Last time he saw her?” Savage asked.
“Yeah, he didn’t have much to go on since he’s out of the Dragons. He refused to be a part of Chloe’s kidnapping and they stripped his patches and he walked,” Kill said.
“Fuck,” Savage shouted. “Why didn’t he warn me?”
