“What?”
“Sullivan Prescott is our little sister. She’s the daughter of dear old Dad and Margaret Nichols. And she’s missing.”
Justin had been working with Omen ever since. Omen gave him full access to our servers in hopes Justin could find something Omen missed, but Sullivan was nowhere to be found.
She’d disappeared without a trace.
The thought went through my mind that Stone might have gotten to her before we ever had a chance.
“We need to find those motherfuckers,” Venom said, and I knew he meant Stone and Ballistic and the men who took off with them.
“If that son of a bitch has my sister...” I let my words trail off, unable to think clearly and choose a punishment heinous enough for either of them.
“We’ll find her,” Ambush said. “When I spoke to Legacy, he said he had a lead. He’ll call as soon as he has something concrete.”
Legacy was a tracker. And he was damn good at it.
“Have you thought about calling the Twisted Dragons?” Tito asked.
“Fuck no! Those crazy bastards are too much to deal with right now.”
“They found King’s mom; everyone thought she was dead. Maybe they can help us find the brothers who betrayed us,” Keno added.
“I’m not willing to owe Dread a fucking marker,” I spat.
The Twisted Dragons were aptly named. They were twisted fucking psychos. We had a man inside, but I wouldn’t call him unless I absolutely had to.
“What about Meadow Elliot?” I asked, moving on until we had something about Sullivan.
“The woman’s a fucking bitch,” LA groaned.
That groan had me smiling. LA was a country boy originally from Southern Alabama. When I asked why he didn’t join the Satan’s Angels, he said his parents had saved their whole lives to make sure they had bail money for when he inevitably got arrested and needed a lawyer, and he was doing his best to make sure his parents had that money to retire on.
He’d been in a few scrapes with the law since he’d joined the club, but nothing big enough that he had to confess to them. Joining Satan’s Angels would have ensured he’d see the inside of a concrete room. He refused to prove his parents right.
The thing about LA, though, he was happy. All the fucking time. Nothing got under his skin. His road name should have been Ducky, since everything rolled off him like water on a duck’s back. So seeing him disgruntled by the beautiful lawyer was fucking priceless.
“She get under your skin, LA?”
He glared at Venom, who only laughed.
“Is she safe?” I asked. “You see anyone hanging around watching her?”
“I don’t know if safe is the word I’d use. But she isn’t in any fucking danger. Stone would have to be out of his mind to go after her.”
“Why?” Smokey asked, leaning back in his chair. The grin on his face told me he knew something.
“She’s a fucking menace. I tried to talk to her, and she fucking tased me before I could get past hello.”
I looked over at Omen. “She got something in her past?”
“She’s a defense attorney. She works with the lowest of the low.”
“Why haven’t we hired her then?” Spider asked.
“Fuck no, that woman ain’t coming here,” LA protested.
“Until we know why Steele had a file on her, we can’t bring her here. But also, we can’t leave her unprotected.” I looked pointedly at LA.