Page 84 of Property of Tacoma
I swallow my pride. “They took my son.”
There’s a pause, then, “Who did?”
“The Sinners,” I say, my voice breaking slightly on the word. “They have Jagger.”
Another pause, longer this time. “Where are you?”
“The clubhouse.”
“We’re on our way,” he says without hesitation.
Before I can thank him, he asks, “Have you called Cali?”
My gut twists at her name. “No.”
“Call her,” he says, his tone leaving no room for argument. “She’d want to know.”
The line goes dead, and I stare at the phone in my hand.
Chief is right.
Cali would want to know.
Despite everything I said, despite how badly I hurt her, I know she cares about my kids. Loves them, even.
I pull up her number, my thumb hovering over the call button.
What do I even say?
Hey, sorry I was a complete asshole, but my son’s been kidnapped, and I need you?
Fuck.
Shaking my head, I shove the phone back in my pocket. I’ll call her after I’ve spoken with the club, after we have a plan.
Right now, I need to focus on getting my boy back.
I stride down the hallway toward the chapel, where my brothers are already gathering. Their faces, etched with worry.
Bane meets me at the door, all traces of our earlier argument gone from his expression. “We’ll get him back,” he says, gripping my shoulder tightly.
I nod, unable to speak past the lump in my throat.
“Gator.” I glance over at my enforcer. “Need you to call my Pop and both of you go over to the elementary school and get Saylor.”
“On it.” He hops out of his chair and takes off down the hallway like his ass is on fire.
As I take my seat at the head of the table, I force myself to push everything else aside.
All that matters now is Jagger.
And I will tear apart anyone who stands in the way of getting him back.
“They want to play games?” I growl, my voice deadly calm as I look around at my brothers. “Fine. Let’s show them how the Kings fucking play.”
Bash nods, his dark eyes flashing with murderous intent. “Just say the word, Prez.”
“We ride in thirty,” I announce. “Gear up. We’re getting my son back.”
