Page 76 of Property of Player

I disconnect and call Sleaze—the prospect I trust most.

He answers on the second ring.

“Yes, sir?”

“Gonna text you an address. First thing in the morning, you and Black Jack are going there, getting Taylor, and taking her to the clubhouse. She may give you trouble, but don’t give her a choice. Understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

“You’re keeping her on lockdown until I get there. I’m pulling out tomorrow. Gonna haul ass, but it’ll still take me a couple of days to cross the damn country.”

“Lockdown. Yes, sir.”

I pace some more. “You might want to get my sister to keep Taylor company. Tell her that’s an order from me.”

“Yes, sir.”

“You wait on them hand and foot, understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Don’t let anyone into the clubhouse. Got that? You understand lockdown, right?”

“Yes, sir. No one in or out. Got it.”

“Anything happens to those girls, it’s gonna be your ass, prospect.”

“Yes, sir.”

“You got this, prospect?”

“I’ve got this, sir. We’ll handle it.”

“Good. And don’t let anyone know the club is on the way home. Understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Call me tomorrow when you’ve got them.”

“Yes, sir.”

I hang up and look up to see Drae approaching.

“You okay, VP?”

“No, I’m not okay.” I tell him everything, and he tilts his head.

“How about you and me break from the group and head out separately? We can cover more miles with just the two of us.”

I nod, considering it. “Gotta clear it with Gage.”

“I’ll talk to him.” He clasps my upper arm, then walks off to do it.

I stare into the flames of the bonfire, considering a hundred different ways to kill a man. One thing is for certain: Randall won’t live long enough to hurt my girl ever again.

Chapter twenty-two

Taylor