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“Head toward Cliffton,” I tell Logan, naming a part of the city in West Point’s territory.
Dante shakes his head. “They’re not that stupid. McKenna has to know we’ll try to get her back.”
“We’re not going totry,” I snap, fisting my hands so hard that my blunt nails draw blood from my palms.
“Dante’s right,” Logan says, even though he’s heading in the direction I told him to. “McKenna won’t take her into their territory or stash her in any of his usual haunts. He’ll need her somewhere completely off our radar until he can figure out how to get his hands on her inheritance.”
We all go silent for a moment. He’s right, but it leaves us with fucking nothing right now.
I can’t accept that.
The only safe house I knew West Point to use was the one I saved Chloe from, and obviously that one is blown now.
During the entire time we were searching for Chloe—Logan tapping into every electronic surveillance method available in Halston, and Reapers scouring every street—we didn’t come up with any off-the-grid leads, but we’re just going to have to dig deeper.
“Is she really going to marry Austin McKenna?” Chloe asks quietly, her breath hitching.
I clench my teeth so hard it feels like my molars are about to crack, but it’s Logan who answers her.
“Now that she’s claimed the Sutherland inheritance, it’s the only way he’ll have a chance of getting his hands on it.”
“But she only said that so he’d stop his men from shooting at us,” Chloe says, sounding young and scared. “Right?”
None of us answer her. Of course that’s why Riley fucking said it. That doesn’t change the fact that McKenna is a sadistic bastard who will do whatever he needs to, to put West Point on top.
Chloe lets out a shuddering sigh and turns her face toward the window, silent tears trickling down her cheeks. I half expect her to start losing her shit, but she’s got the same strength her sister has.
And right now, she’s gonna need it.
Logan starts driving a grid pattern, all of us keeping our eye out for any sign of that silver Charger McKenna stuffed Riley into. Or, hell,anysign of West Point activity outside their borders.
There’s nothing.
As we crisscross the streets of Halston, I send out instructions to our people to keep their eyes peeled too, and Dante reaches out to our allies with the same request.
All we get back is a fuck-ton of even more nothing.
“McKenna got too much of a head start,” Logan finally says, making me want to fucking punch something.
“Madd,” Dante adds after a minute, “We need to do this another way.”
I can feel a muscle ticking in my jaw. I want to get my hands on McKenna and make him bleed. I want Riley safe and back where she belongs, with us. I want to fuckingfindher already. Turning back feels like admitting defeat.
But my brothers are right. Getting Riley back is our only priority right now, and the only way that’s going to happen is if we focus on doing shit that might actually help. And clearly, driving the streets of Halston isn’t doing that.
I unclench my jaw and force words out that I hate. “Head back to the house.”
The Escalade is shrouded in thick silence as Logan drives us there, and once we get back and start to head inside, Chloe follows us out of the vehicle, then hesitates.
“Should I come in, too?”
I nod. “You’ll stay with us until we get your sister back.”
I move behind her as I’m speaking, ready to grab her if she bolts. Keeping her here is for her own safety, and because I know for fucking sure it’s what Riley would want.
What I don’t know is any of the details about what went down when West Point was holding Chloe—either the first time, or the second—or how much Riley had a chance to tell her about our… relationship. I can imagine, though. And after everything Chloe’s been through, it wouldn’t surprise me at all if she has trouble trusting me on this.
She doesn’t resist, though. She almost looks relieved as she looks up at me, nibbling her lip in a move that sends a sharp pang through me.
