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"He needs our help."

"Bullshit!" I yell.

"Sin." Dyke continues. "Listen to me before you go off all hot headed. He reached out. It looks like Redding has touched something a little too close home and he's willing to make a deal."

"What did he do?"

"Redding has taken Louie's daughter. Thirteen, stolen from a local coffee shop. Her and a friend. Both of them gone."

"What the fuck!" I slammed my fist into the table.

"Easy brother." Cut warns me.

"What kind of deal is he willing to make?" Hawk asks.

"He's going to give a head for a head."

"What does that mean, Dyke?"

"He's willing to turn his father over to us, for his daughter."

The words he just said roll through my mind as I try to grasp what it means. He's going to give us Louis Sr. to save his daughter. Fuck yes.

"Do it." I stand up. "Tell him we'll do it."

"Wait, Sin. There's more to it than that. I'm not going to take this deal and put the club in jeopardy, without more intel."

"What else do you need, Cut?" I ask. "He killed our sister and I want to gut that bastard, slow and painful. This is our chance to get back at him for what he did to Sienna. You kill that fucker and you'll finally be able to go home every night to your wife, maybe have a life, kids. You won't have to live in fear."

"That's not the reason why my marriage is the way it is."

"That’s such bullshit, Cut and you know it. You know you live in the same fear we all do. That Louis Sr. is going to take another thing that's most important to us, just as he tried to take mom from dad and how he took Sienna from all of us. There shouldn't be any need to discuss this. The decision is easy. We get his girl back and we kill the fucker who destroyed our mother."

"I agree with Cut, Sin." Dyke's voice is low. "There's more to this, and we need to meet with Jr. and see if there is anything else going on here. We don't know if Redding is the one who took her. The Diablos have enemies all through this state and throughout the entire southwest region of this country. They may have heard that Redding has been sneaking around and put two and two together. We need proof before we strike."

"Get the proof." I order.

"Nothing without the meeting. It's gonna take a minute. But we will get the proof."

"Okay, alright." I concede. "Set up the meeting. Get the information we need to get this fucker."

"We need to vote." Bubba says.

"All in favor of us working with Louie Jr. of the Diablos to save his daughter and possibly taking Louie Sr. to meet his maker?"

The table erupted with a unanimous aye.

As we walk out of Jury, Savannah comes out from the hallway. Her eyes lock on mine and I feel my heart race. She's fucking beautiful and even though she's sick most of the time, pregnancy makes her glow. That shit isn't just a saying or a thing. Savannah glows and it's breathtaking. No one would ever know that she was puking not even an hour ago. The natural reddish brown of her hair is slowly coming back with the help of Lily. I love how the freckles that adorn her face match the coloring of her hair. She gives me a small smile as her eyes flick around the room taking in her surroundings.

She may not be putting on the weight like she should but that doesn’t mean her body isn’t changing. The t-shirts that once stretched across her tits nicely are now stretched to the max. I’ve tried to get her a bigger size, but she doesn’t like handouts. I need to mention to my mother that it’s time to take her shopping to get her some clothes that cover up those ample breasts. I don’t mind looking, but I don’t like the looks the other guys give when she passes by. Her stomach is finally starting to form a small pooch. I haven't told her this, but when she wraps her body around mine, I love the feel of her growing belly against my back.

She normally doesn't come into the clubhouse area, avoiding the chaos that the club brings. Luckily, she has access to the kitchen and my mother's house by going around back of the building. She doesn't like the lifestyle the clubhouse represents and I understand that. I barely tolerate it. We still haven't thought beyond her pregnancy. I'm not sure what her plans are and to be honest, I'm not ready to hear it. I don't want to listen her tell me that she's leaving, that she's going back to live with her parents, away from me. But this place isn't for her. She shouldn't have to live in the same building where guys are fucking the club whores. But this is temporary. It has to be. Because she has to continue to be safe.

"She's fucking gorgeous, man." Hawk says from beside me.

"Yeah she is."

"Damn, Savannah, your tits are smokin’!" His outburst instantly embarrasses her.