Hero tapped his hand on the table to get my attention. “I bet if you asked Maddy, she’d help you get a room set up in the family unit, unless you want to stay in the dorms.”
I shook my head. “No. I don’t want my boy living in the dorms. I’ll talk to her tomorrow about one of the family units.”
Last month, the finishing touches had been completed on the complex behind the clubhouse. There were three two-room family suites. Each unit had its own private bath and kitchenette. Then there were five more bedrooms, a community bathroom, a large kitchen, and a recreation room. It even had a movie room and nursery. Storm had gone all out on it. His family was living in it until their house was completed.
A lot had changed on the compound in the last year. The club’s massive payout from the Remottis up in Canada was used to build several new homes. Storm and Madeline’s was the first started once the ground had thawed, and it should be completed next month. Hero and Tara’s was in progress.
Disposing of a piece of shit like Casso Campbell had benefited the club and community immensely.
The door flew open suddenly. Storm appeared, a look of distress in his eyes. Slamming the door, he went to his spot. “We have a situation. Fuck, I can’t believe this.” He rubbed the back of his head.
Hero leaned forward in his chair. “What, brother?”
Storm’s intense gray eyes met mine. “First, Emilee and the baby are okay. They’re safe.”
I jumped to my feet as panic burst inside me. “Why the fuck wouldn’t they be?”
Storm held his hands up. “Calm down. Some fucked-up shit is going on in my cousin’s territory. Kids are going missing.”
“I read about it,” Hero said. “Two boys this month. One just last Monday.”
“That one lived next door to Justin and Emilee.” Storm poured himself a whiskey.
I shot my gaze to the flat-screen. The image of Emilee’s house was still up. I wondered which home the little boy lived in.
My heart thundered in my chest. “What else?” Something told me there was more and it wasn’t good.
Storm sat down. “Emilee overheard Justin’s woman talking in the bathroom about taking your baby. She acted quickly and got out of the house through her bedroom window. She’s friends with my cousin Piper and called her. Emilee and the baby are safe.”
I put my hands on my head. “Fuck! Where are they? I need to get them.”
“Relax and sit.” Storm leveled his gaze as if waiting for me to obey.
How could I? Emilee and my son were in danger.
“I’m going out of my mind, Prez.”
“Sit down and listen,” Storm growled.
I dropped into my chair with a heavy thud.
Prez took a drink of his whiskey. “She gave them the name Rat. My cousin Cobra knows who Rat is… He’s the head of the Rat Brotherhood, a gang the club has been fighting for months. Typically the Brotherhood deals drugs and prostitution. Emilee’s information has led Cobra and his dad to believe the missing kids are connected to Rat’s gang.
“This is some fucked-up shit,” Hero muttered.
“It gets worse.” Storm clenched his jaw, spinning the mallet on the table. “Justin is missing.”
Several shouts of “what?” circulated in the room.
“I’m not sure what to do,” Storm said, looking deeply troubled.
Raul slammed his hand on the table. “What do you mean you’re not sure? We need to go find him.”
Storm reclined in his chair. “Cobra and his crew are on it. He told me they have it covered.”
“Bullshit! He’s our brother!” Raul yelled.
“He turned in his cut,” Storm growled, while the rest of the room remained silent. “He wanted nothing to do with us.”