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“I don’t.”

And that was the honest truth. I needed to know what Devil was doing. I needed to know where Saraya was and how to get her back. And if the cops that were in bed with Devil weren’t going to tell me...

Then I was going to have to figure out where she was on my own. So I could go get her back.

WE HAD MAPS AND LISTS spread out across the table in front of us, each one dotted with notes and scratches, and I felt like my brain might be short-circuiting.

I’d been forcing way, way too much information into it. And the situation was so high-pressure that I didn’t think I could give it the break it needed.

“Again,” I muttered. “We must be missing something.”

“We aren’t, Boss,” Frank muttered back. “That’s the problem.” His finger went to one list and then another, pointing at the information as he recited it. “We have six other clubs in the area. Twenty-four hours, max, for them to get to us. But half of them are ours and half of them are Devil’s. We can’t count on the numbers going in our favor.”

Right. That was essentially what we’d figured out over the week. This was nothing new—and it definitely didn’t help our situation. If we were going to go to war against Devil and his Steed, I wanted to be sure we were going to triumph. This fight had been brewing for years.

Now that it was here, I was going to make sure we came out on top.

It was the only way to make sure Saraya came home safe, and Devil didn’t bother us ever again.

“And?” I asked sharply. “You’re our man with all the contacts, Frank. What else do you know that you haven’t passed on yet? Give me some good news.”

The other man sighed, which told me he did have something he hadn’t told us yet. He had another ace up his sleeve. I considered screaming at him about keeping it to himself. Putting me through the stress of having to ask.

Then I decided that would probably be counterproductive. It also wasn’t my style.

I was friends with my guys, and I wanted to keep it that way.

“The good news,” Frank finally said, “is that the clubs that are loyal to us are...”

“Are what?” I asked, suddenly worried about what he was going to say.

He grinned, the expression wolfish and wicked. “The clubs loyal to us have a couple men who could easily be called superhuman,” he replied. “Real bad asses who don’t know how to lose. The numbers might be close. But Devil’s not going to have the men we have. And that, my friend, is going to make all the difference.”

That startled a laugh out of me, and it felt like the first time I’d laughed in about a year. “That’s very, very good news,” I said.

He nodded, and moved quickly on to the next subject. “What do you want to do?”

Well, that was easy. “I want Saraya alive. I want to know where she is and what’s happened to her. A cop took her but I’m betting he took her right to Devil. If he’s laid a hand on her, I’m going to kill him. And I want the clubs in our area to have my back when I do it.”

“We can’t just go after Devil because we think he has Saraya,” Remi warned me.

“Like hell we can’t!” I shouted. “The man kidnapped her and shoved her into the trunk of a car!”

“And a cop had her at that time,” Frank answered. “You can’t prove Devil has her, Knight, and you know it. You can’t attack him on a guess. Especially with the cops watching his back.”

I whirled on Frank, grabbed him, and hauled him up close to me. “That’s my girl, Frank, and Devil has her. He nearly killed her before and now that he has her again, it’s going to be even worse. You know it and I know it. You know I can’t let that happen. You know I won’t.”

Frank held his hands up, his eyes large and surprised. “Calm down, Knight. Calm down. I’m on your side.”

I dropped him and took a step back, surprised at myself. This wasn’t me. This wasn’t me. But I’d seen what Devil had done to Saraya before I met her, and the thought of him getting his hands on her again...

It made me feel like I was coming apart at the seams.

“Give me options,” I ground out.

Frank, bless him, didn’t even blink. “Easy. We attack Devil without him realizing it. Do it behind his back so he can’t pin it on us. Keep the rest of us out of jail, and save your girl.”

The world around me skidded to a stop at the sudden change of pace, and I gaped at him. “How?”