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Traeger leaned his bike on the kickstand before answering, knowing a grunt wouldn't suffice. "Keys, you listening?" he asked, again, knowing the other man was wired into the unit, hearing everything happening. King was the President of the Royal Sons MC, but Keys was the brain.

"Does a bear shit in the woods?" came the snarl of the speaker system. "By the way, the cameras caught that fancy black SUV rolling by, but we couldn't get a read on the license."

Traeger rattled off the plate number, telling the crew what he'd seen.

"We got eyes on Ayesha?" King looked to Duke.

"Hollywood and Bug are tailing her today," Duke said, laying another gun on the table.

The sun was almost up, making Traeger's finger twitch.

"I'm going to go by her place and see what she does, relieve the boys. I want all the weapons loaded in the cage and ready for tonight. That drive-by means they're on to us or have a clue of who we are. If they're suspicious, they might cut bait with Ayesha's sister or move her before we can grab her." King's eyes met each one of them, landing on Traeger last. "What do you think? Is it too dangerous to go in there during the day?"

He thought of everything that could go wrong during the day, the times he'd rolled into a dusty town full of people with the sun beating down on them. Daytime had more eyes on them. "From the intel we have from Keys, I'd say we wait until just before the sun sets. They'll expect us to hit when it's fully dark." He didn't tell them he planned to go in an hour before and do a little looking himself.

King nodded. "Sounds solid."

"You've got that expression in your eyes I don't trust, brother," Duke muttered, slamming a gun down on the table.

Traeger shrugged. "Good, I don't want you liking how I look."

King gave him a narrow-eyed stare. "Don't do anything stupid, or I'll sick Dog on you and make him be your buddy for the day."

He let his lips turn up in a parody of a smile. "You can try." It would be easy if he wanted to get rid of a tail. He'd shaken the best, and none of his MC brothers could keep up with him, not even King or Duke.

"Fuck, man, don't be stupid," King growled.

"I'm never stupid," he reassured the others.

Chapter Two

Kailani paced her room, time standing still. She wanted to race to the other side of the house and check on the girl to ensure she was okay. "Shit, she's so far from okay it's stupid," she muttered, chewing on her thumbnail, her manicure having seen better days.

She picked up her phone, swiped her thumb over the screen, and pulled up the app, waiting for the cameras she'd installed to appear. Oh, she was aware if her father or brother found them, she'd be in a world of trouble, but it wasn't anything she hadn't already endured, or at least she told herself that. In reality, she knew there were things that they could do to her, things the other women who'd come through the front doors, never to be seen again, had suffered that she hadn't.

The camera in the hall showed no sign of anyone, so she quickly went to the next one she'd placed in the vast dining room—the one where her brother and his men liked to spend a lot of time. "There you are," she muttered, happy to see the table was filled with the dozen bastards Rico enjoyed bossing around. The cook came in the room, her robust frame one that didn't arouse the men, thankfully. She filled up glasses and picked up empty dishes, doing her job while not making eye contact. Yes, Margarita was the perfect cook, one Kailani's mother had hired years ago.

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