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He gets up and walks around the table, standing in front of me. “You are the best thing that has ever happened to me, Mia. You know you were named after your grandma, my mom.”

I stare up at him, and a small smile crosses my lips. “I had no idea.”

He grins and reaches forward, squeezing my shoulder. “Finn will give you my cell number. When you’re ready to get to know me, give me a call.”

With that, he walks out of the room, and I’m left with spinning thoughts. I’m staring at the seat he just vacated, thinking of all the things he just told me. If it wasn’t for the note, I wouldn’t have believed him, but I have the physical proof.

I think about her using drugs, and it’s just not my mom. She’s not an addict. I saw Finn’s mom, and she’s nothing like that. Maybe she had a problem once, but she doesn’t anymore.

“Mia, you alright?” Finn asks, breaking my thoughts.

I slide my eyes over to him and shrug. “I don’t know. That was a lot to take in,” I say, dropping my face into my hands.

He wraps his muscular arms around me and holds me close to him. “You’ve got this baby. We’re gonna get your mom here and figure it out from there.”

I pull away from him and nod. “I usually don’t get to talk to her without my stepdad on the other end. I always thought it was just because they both liked to talk to me, but I’m wrong, aren’t I? He does it to listen to what we’re both saying.”

“I don’t know for sure. From what I’ve heard, he’s not a good guy, but I don’t know what his feelings are for you and your mom,” Finn explains. He stands up and holds his hand out for me. “Let’s go home. We’ll figure it out.”

With uncertainty in my gut, I grab his hand and leave.

I still have questions, but they are ones for my mom.

Because there’s still more. I can feel it.

13

Finn

“Still no word from Vic?” Brooks asks, pinning me with his intense stare.

I shake my head, leaning back in the chair. “Mia called her last night and told her she wanted to meet her just outside Vegas. We thought it would look better. Vic told Mia she’d call when she was on her way. Still no call.”

Brooks slams his fists on the table and groans.

“Brooks, relax. It hasn’t even been twenty-four hours. Give Vic a chance to get her shit packed,” Z says.

There’s an unease around the table, and I can’t figure out exactly why. We’ve got a plan, and we are slowly putting it into action.

Yet, the air is thick with worry.

I look between Brooks and Enzo and lean my arms onto the table. “What the hell is going on?”

The rest of the guys look at me before focusing on Brooks. He runs his hand through his hair before resting his elbows on the table. He steeples his fingers in front of his mouth, shaking his head.

“We got word from our brothers in Cali that the feds will be paying us a visit soon. If we don’t get Vic here and get Jim to call off his fucking dogs, we’re all going down,” Brooks says.

“Fuck,” Z growls.

“Hell no,” Kace shouts.

I don’t say a word. I just stare at the table, trying to memorize every detail. The feeling of responsibility is starting to way heavy on me. If I didn’t get Jim involved, maybe none of this shit would be happening. I thought I was doing the right thing, trying to save Riley, but maybe I just opened the gates of hell instead.

“I’ll get her here,” Porter says, grabbing his phone out of his pocket. He glances at me and nods. “Get me her number from Mia.”

I look around, and Brooks nods. I press Mia’s number on my phone, and she answers immediately.

“Hey, can I have your mom’s number?”

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