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“Z! You’re on speaker! Just get the damn test, okay?” I cut him off, and I glance up wearily to find Louisa silently laughing behind her hand.

“No problem, baby. We’ll be home shortly. And Kayan?” His voice gentles.

“Yeah, Z?” I squeak out.

“I love you. More than I can put into words. Nothing would make me happier than if you were carrying my child. I promise you that,” he assures, and I feel ninety-five percent of my worry leave my body.

The other five percent has nothing to do with me, and everything to do with what my parents and best friend are going to say if the test ends up being positive.

12

Z

“Silver,” Jax calls, walking into the shop through the open bay’s door.

We’ve been back from South Carolina for a week now, and it’s been business as usual at our motorcycle shop. The only difference in my day is Kayan and I aren’t even pretending we don’t live together anymore. Since I only had a room at the MC’s compound, it was easy to decide that I’d move in with her.

I see Wes lift his chin and step away from the bike he’s working on while wiping his hands on a greasy rag.

“I have some news about Snake,” Jax says, and my eye twitches at the mention of that fucker’s name. I know Wes doesn’t like to get involved with shit that isn’t directly affecting the club, but we really don’t have a choice. They got us involved the minute that boy dropped off one of their fighting dogs at our women’s vet clinic. “He was seen leaving a meeting in downtown Nashville this afternoon.”

“And?” Wes prompts

“And the meeting was with Franco Demitrez.”

“Is that supposed to mean something to me?” Wes leans against the bike he was working on.

“He controls one of the largest sex trafficking and prostitution rings this side of the Mississippi,” Jax tells him, and that gets my undivided attention. I set down my socket wrench and turn fully toward them. We had known it was probably pretty bad what Snake and his men were up to, but this takes it to a whole other level.

“You know I hate asking you for any favors,” Jax begins, and I can’t help but chuckle. He’d been asking us for favors since we’d known him. “I need you and your boys to see if you can set up a buy from him.”

“Then what? Do you even know the level of fucked-up you’re dealing with right now? You can’t just set up a buy with guys like these, and you sure as fuck need to have a plan in place for when it’s all over,” Wes explains.

“I understand that. I also understand that my clients’ eighteen-year-old daughter went missing two days ago. It looks like she ran away with her boyfriend, but my clients swear to me that’s not the case and she would never do anything like that.”

“Fuck! Was the boyfriend in on it?” Wes questions.

Jax fidgets then nods. “Yeah, the boyfriend’s dad is one of Snake’s new boys.”

“Jesus,” Wes hisses, disgusted. “Let me talk to my boys. I’ll call you so we can meet up and figure out what we’re going to do.”

“I’m in,” I say, going to Wes’s side. I don’t need to even think about it. I’m ready for this shit to be over with so I can stop worrying about these assholes fucking with my woman.

“Me too,” Mic chimes in.

“I’m down,” Harlen mutters.

“I was getting bored anyway.” Everret shrugs, walking up to the group.

“Looks like we’re in,” Wes sighs. “We’ll meet tonight and go over the details, but right now, I think this should just be a rescue mission. Once we have your clients’ daughter safe, we’ll figure out how to close the operation down.”

“Until tonight,” Jax says, heading out.

“We’re going to need to get some weapons,” I say.

“I know a place,” Harlen tells us. “If I head out now, I should still be able to make the connect.

“Mic, you go with Harlen. Everret, you find out everything you can on Franco Demitrez.”

“On it,” Mic agrees, walking away, followed by Everret and Harlen.

“We’re going to need someone to watch the girls,” I tell Wes, and I run a hand over my head then look at him.

“I know. Maybe one of July’s cousins can stay with them.”

“Would they kill to protect them? Die to protect them?” I ask.

He thinks about it for a moment. “They would do whatever is necessary,” he assures me.

“I wasn’t going to tell anyone, not yet, ‘cause it’s so early, but Kayan’s pregnant,” I tell him quietly. “We weren’t planning on this happening. Hell, I wasn’t even planning on her.” I rub my hand down my face, and when my eyes meet his, Wes is looking at me funny, his eyes almost soft and small smile on his face.