“I want him, King.” He nods in understanding. I can see the anger in all my brothers’ faces. We protect women and children, and here is this fucker who thinks he can just do what he wants and won’t be punished for it.
“Do you know anything else about him except that he’s a marine?”
“Yeah, I looked into him and got all the information I could on the bastard,” Dash says, which has King raising a brow.
“Did you read the file?” he asks me.
“Not yet. I was with Dakota.”
Dash nods before continuing. “I had to ask in a favour, so you owe me.” He points at me. “Jason was in the marines but was dishonourably discharged. Because he’s from a wealthy family, he hasn’t had to find a job since being discharged, but instead has occupied himself with tracking Dakota. There is a visible path of where he has been from his credit cards, but the most important information is where he is now.” With that statement, he stops and smiles at everyone.
“Just get on with it,” Hawk says when it’s obvious Dash isn’t going to say anything else.
“Okay, okay, it seems that Hunter’s friend”—I snort, which has Dash grinning—“is a mere fifty miles out of here.” Knowing that Jason is so close has me itching to get on my bike and ride out to go and find him. How does he always find her? She sold her car, she hasn’t spoken to her family, she doesn’t have a phone or a bank account, so how the fuck does he find her?
“Why was he discharged?” Gunner asks as he rocks on his chair.
“Apparently murder, and the report stated that he was perturbed and required psychological monitoring, but ever since becoming a civilian, there is no indication that he has been seeing a shrink.”
“Should we suspect that he knows that she is here?” Frost asks.
“He might not yet know she is here. It seems like these last three days since he checked into the place he is staying at, that he has been driving out to different towns. I personally think he’s fishing.”
“Not the perfect time for this,” King says. “Okay, I think this is what we should do so we have control on this. We bait this asshole to come here. Once he’s here, we handle him.”
“Dakota wants to go to work.” The others all glance over at me. “She is adamant that she won’t be bossed around.” They start grinning.
“Are you saying that you can’t handle your woman?” Dixon asks with a raised eyebrow.
“I can’t be laying the law with her; don’t you think she would have been through that with the asshole who is after her?” Their grins disappear.
“It isn’t a problem. Let her go to work, and we will have an eye on her at all times.” He looks over at Dash. “Seeing you know where he is, tonight, you and Frost go place a bug on his car so that we know where he is at all times.”
“Are you telling her that he’s around?” Hawk asks me.
“Fuck, I don’t want to, as it will likely freak her out, but I think it’s best that she knows so she is more cautious.”
“Now that we have gotten all that out of the way, time for some good news. Blue should be back tomorrow.” At King’s announcement, there are a few woops of joy.
“Let’s have a party,” Dixon says as he rubs his hands and raises his eyebrows suggestively.
“I don’t know, last time we had a party, it didn’t go too well,” King says as he rubs his jaw in thought.
“Aww, it wasn’t that bad,” Goliath says with a shrug.
“You must have forgotten that Hunter, Frost, and Fang were arrested that night,” King states as he looks around at all of us. To be fair, it wasn’t our fault. How were we to know that one of the guys in the group we had a fight with was a chief of police’s son?
“Okay, fine,” King finally says, “but I’m telling you now, if I have to go down to the station to get any of you, there will be trouble.”
“Great, I’ll organize the kegs,” Dash offers, ignoring King’s frown.
“I’ll start making calls,” Dixon states.
“I’ll organize the food; you guys get crap food,” Frost mutters.
“Just don’t forget the crisps. I like those chilli ones,” Hawk says. “Oh, and those sausages we had last time.”
“We can have a barbeque. The weather is good,” I suggest. “What do you think, Frost?”