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“Yes,” she bites back.

“Listen, I’m coming back. Don’t worry.” I know she wouldn’t tell me even if she was worrying. “Just keep me in the loop on anything that happens with Rose. Send me texts, reach out to Tessa. Even if I’m not there, you can lean on her. Tessa will have your back.”

“I’m not sure–”

“She’s good people, Rhea.”

“Okay.”

“Okay. I need to go now. I’ll check in soon.”

I pocket my phone and head towards the door just as Dyke is coming out. “Everything okay?” He lifts his brow.

“Yeah. One of my sisters.”

“How’s that?”

“I’ve only met one, but I hear she’s the lesser of the two evils.”

He chuckles then pulls an envelope from his back pocket. “Here. This is the info on Tre you asked for.”

I take it and give him a nod.

* * *

“It’s Sin,” Cut says as he points to the phone he’s on when Dyke and I walk back into the room. “Did you find him?” He paces the head of the table.

I watch as Cut runs his hands through his hair. “Make her talk, Sin. You need to.” He pauses. “For fuck's sake, you’re my brother, your dad’s son. I know you can think of a way. She knows where your woman is. She knows where that baby is. Are you ready to throw in the towel? Are you ready to walk away and never hold that baby in your arms? Are you ready to never hear her call you daddy? Because if that’s the case, then by all means, let the bitch go and come back here.”

“Kara’s dead, man,” Cut says into the phone. “Brass went by her place. She was strapped down to a kitchen chair with a couple of syringes hanging from her arm. Someone killed her, man. Made her OD on the same fucking shit Bubba’s been using. I know she wasn’t a druggie. She never used. Not since she’s been at the clubhouse, anyways.”

I stand and stride over to Cut. “Lemme talk to him, Cut.”

He ignores me. “Do what you gotta do.”

He drops the phone to the table and lets out a long breath. “She ain’t talkin’,” he tells us, “But I have faith that Lick will get her to talk. By the time this is over, we might have two dead Reddings on our hands.”

Brass pops his knuckles and gives a little smirk. “You don’t fuck with Fury and you sure as hell don’t fuck with what’s ours.”

Tyson and his mother made their beds; now it’s time they lie in them and make friends with the reaper.

Tessa

“When’s Hawk going to be back?” Sam asks as he colors at the kitchen table.

My throat tightens as I swallow down emotion. I know that Sam’s missing him just as much as I am and it’s only been two days since he left. “As soon as he’s done doing what he needs to do, he’ll come back,” I tell him as I chop the vegetables I’m using for dinner. The smaller I cut them up, the less likely Sam will complain about having to eat them.

“Why does he have to do anything back there when he’s always here?”

“Because people need him back home.” I dump the cutting board of veggies into the pan instantly hearing them sizzle.

He stops coloring and looks at me. “But don’t we need him here?”

I wipe my hands on the towel hanging over my shoulder. “I don’t think we need him. I think you and me do pretty well on our own, but I think we like having him here.”

I’m not comfortable admitting to my son, or myself for that matter, that my feelings of liking him are turning into more of a sense of want and need. I haven’t, in all of my adult life, been dependent on anyone, and other than Sam, there isn’t a single person who I need in my life.

“I do like having him here.”