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Though Johnny’s plan seemed well-thought-out and rational, it would cause her father, Opal, and Sydney pain. Isolde hated doing this, but she’d left the wordnecessaryout of that thought. In the end, the Wolves wanted her. If their kidnapping succeeded because of her timidity or hesitation, she’d be subjecting her father, Opal, Sydney, and everyone who loved her to a lifetime of pain and anguish.

After she weighed both options, Johnny’s escape plan won out. As for her concerns and questions, he was an experienced Daddy who’d proven his devotion to her. He’d promise to guide her through all the sexy mysteries and intricacies of a Little girl’s life with her Daddy. Already, he’d shown her a couple of dos and don’ts.

This was enough to morph Isolde’s last trace of doubt into happy excitement. Taking a deep breath, she strode to her closet and started to pack.

CHAPTER SIX

The next morning, a bleary-eyed Johnny Gun stumbled his way into the kitchen. The scent of fresh-brewed coffee guided his steps unerringly forward. He was exhausted. Throughout the night, ideas and outcomes kept popping up, and he might have slept a couple of hours, if that much.

He found the coffee maker’s carafe almost full, and his relief and delight were supreme. Furthermore, the same kind angel who’d made the coffee had set mugs, cream, and a dispenser full of fake and real sugar for self-service on the counter. He poured the dark, aromatic liquid into his mug, inhaled deeply, and, as the scent seeped into his brain with the promise of a quick shot of caffeine, he sat on the nearest chair to sip and let it happen.

Several minutes went by, and no one came. The kitchen remained empty, so he basked in the peace and silence, his preferred form of waking up. He wasn’t a night owl or a morning person; rather, he floated between the two worlds.

Once he finished the first mug and caffeine got his neuronsfiring again, he poured a second serving and walked through the hallway to the clubhouse’s front room. If his luck held, there would be no one there, and he could give himself a morning of peace and settle down. He didn’t expect to hear from Stew right away, maybe tonight. As soon as the Knight texted, Johnny G would have to go into action and choose a safe location for Isolde. This meant Barron had to be brought up to date.

Taking a spot on the comfy sofa, he put his mug down on the metal chest, propped a foot on top, and made the call.

“Hey, the man lives.” His friend’s snark was in full swing.

“Good morning to you too, asshole.”

Barron laughed. “How’s your future father-in-law? Has he figured out you’re in love with his baby girl?”

“Fuck, man. You’re on a roll this morning. Did Yoanni yell at you?”

“Leave her out of this. It’s me busting your balls. Now seriously, what’s the situation? Blade asked for an update, and I had zero information to give him. He’s worried.”

“With good reason.”

“Huh?”

“There’s snitch in the clubhouse,” he whispered.

“A what? I can’t hear you.”

“Fucking try,” he growled. “I can’t speak any louder.”

“Hold on.”

A long pause followed.

“Okay,” Barron said. “I’m in the bedroom. Yoanni had the TV on.”

“The MC has a snitch.” Johnny G repeated. His voice a bit louder.

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

“Nope.”

“How do you know?”

“Viper introduced me to Stew. He rides with the Knights. He’s the one who gave Shifter the heads-up about the chatter. Last night, he told us the Spawn have a rat feeding info to the Wolves.”

“Shit. Blade and Deacon have to know.”

Johnny G sighed. “Maybe bring Blade up to speed, but not Deacon. His daughter’s involved, so he’ll make a stink. We can’t allow that. Since we don’t have the proof we need to accuse the snitch, he’ll bolt or, worse, crawl underground to wait for his next chance.”

“What are you going to do?”

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