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“Did you look for it?”
Dahlia nodded. “I looked everywhere and couldn’t find anything, but…”
“Okay. I’ll take care of it.” Trey straightened. “Jared!”
Jared stepped inside the door, eyeing Dahlia. Trey walked over to his head of security.
“Get Doc up here.”
“Rogue called him. He’s on his way up.”
Trey nodded and lowered his voice. “I want you and two others doing a sweep of her house. Tear it up, check everywhere.”
“What are we looking for?”
“Drugs.”
Jared lowered his chin and walked out. If it was planted, his men would find it.
Trey turned to Nash, and lifted his chin. “I need Cam’s crew. And Noelle.”
Cam’s crew. It was an outdated reference since Camille was no longer part of the Underground. However, it would take some time to think of Caine, Cyrus, and Ridge as anything other than her crew. They were considered Oz’s elite, and the perfect men to accompany Trey. He would personally handle this situation, but with his security at Dahlia’s house, it was imperative to leave some type of protection on her. Rogue’s men would stay back.
Nash darted his gaze to Dahlia, then nodded. Trey walked back to the couch, sitting next to Dahlia.
“What’s the roommate’s name?”
“Belinda Wright.”
“And the men?”
Dahlia shrugged. “Her boyfriend’s name is Dave, but I don’t know his last name. Chris and Billy are the other two in the band.”
“What’s the name of the band?” Nash asked.
Dahlia glanced up at the ceiling. “Something stupid like Death Stars, Cow, something…”
Nash pulled out his phone and tapped his screen. Seconds later, the corner of his mouth curled, and his brow arched. “Death Meteor, Milking Dead. They’re playing downtown in a small dive bar. Rigley owns it.”
The Underground had connections everywhere.
Trey nodded. “Make that call, Nash.”
“On it. Caine, Ridge, and Cy are downstairs when you’re ready. I’ll have Noelle meet you there,” Nash said and walked out of the office.
“Trey,” Dahlia whispered but immediately clamped her lips when Rogue came back in. Trey immediately stood forming a shield in front of Dahlia.
“I’m fucking coming,” Rogue said.
Trey shook his head. “You got the meeting with—”
“Fuck him! He can come in another time. I’m coming.”
Trey grasped his hips and sighed. He was about to make the ultimate statement and admission. One that Rogue already knew was coming.
“I need you to stay with her,” Trey said.
Rogue jerked his gaze and knitted his brows. The seconds passed with both men silently having a conversation. They’d been doing it for years.
