Shakedown (Souls Chapel Revenants MC 8)

I hit the green button on my phone, then placed it to my ear without saying hello.

“Baby,” my dad said. “You need to meet us at the hospital.”

My family, which were joking around and having a good ol’ time, were no longer having a good ol’ time.

They saw the moment that the words registered on my face and then went silent.

They stayed that way all the way to the hospital.

The first person I saw, Trick, was the one to explain.

“We think that he had something go wrong with his head,” Trick explained. “Lynn said that right before he passed out, he clutched it like something had happened. The doctors are working on him now.”

I nodded woodenly and made my way farther into the hospital, coming to a small room to the side of the waiting room that the entire group had taken over.

Angel made his way inside right behind me, and the entire group of men—all of the Souls Chapel Revenants MC—came to a complete standstill. No words were said. No glances were exchanged. They all just stopped talking at once, as if they knew what they were talking about couldn’t be overheard by a cop.

“Out, Angel. Boys,” my dad said. “For now. When we figure it out, we’ll let you come in.”

Angel rolled his eyes. “There’s only so much that I can ignore, Nico.”

But he left anyway, leaving me to be inside the room with the men that were Bruno’s family.

“Tell me what’s going on,” I ordered the moment they were gone.

I felt Trick close the door behind me, and then I watched as he came around me and took a seat at the table.

The rest did the same, leaving me a spot next to my dad.

I didn’t take it, though.

Couldn’t.

Wouldn’t.

That was Bruno’s spot. Not mine.

“Tell me,” I pleaded. “Please.”

Lynn then went on to explain everything, allowing Hunt to fill in the blanks here and there until I had the full picture.

“What did you find at the locations that you went to?” I asked, feeling my heart pound.

Bruno and I had spoken about the increase of children going missing in the area.

Had they found the source?

Hunt’s face went solid.

“At our location, a bunch of nothing,” Hunt grumbled. “We found that the actual hotshotting supplies were stored at that one. At the other location…”

Suddenly Hunt had pulled up his computer, something I noticed he was rarely ever without, and spun it around so I could see.

I wasn’t sure if any of the others had seen what he was about to show me, but still the men reacted to what they were seeing just like I did.

Kids. In cages.

A lot of them.