“Keep talking.” A growl rumbles behind my words. I need to hear more, but fuck, I don’t know if I can handle what she’s going to say.
“Mac’s been living at the MC Compound with Hatch. He had to take off, and he can’t let anyone know he’s disappearing or where he’s going. He stopped for an overnight in Vegas to pick up a little traveling money. That’s when he told me.”
Mac, my Gia . . . with him?
“The only reason he told me all this was because he’s worried about her. Guess she’s in pretty bad shape and he takes care of her.”
“I bet he fucking does.” Fucking piece of shit asshole. I hope he disappears in a dark dirt hole in the middle of nowhere.
Her hand rests on my knee, and I see she’s squatted down to my level. “I don’t know what Hatch did that has him running, but it’s bad.”
How could Gia trust a guy like him? Was she that desperate that she’d give any part of her life to a raging ass like Hatch?
I shoot up from my chair. “Where is she?”
She shakes her head and rises from her squat. “That’s the thing. I have no idea where the compound is. It’s like some fucking biker secret.”
My mind spins with ways to track it down and comes up blank.
“He never mentioned where he lived? Dropped hints?”
“Yes and no.” Her voice is serious, calling me from my shock. “You know who Hatch used to work for, right?”
“Don’t give a fuck.”
She huffs out a breath. “Well, you should.”
“He’s a drug dealer. That’s all I need to know to conclude the dude is bad news.”
She shakes her head and studies the floor. “I think he’s worse than that.”
“Who did he work for?”
“He worked directly under Dominick Morretti.”
My gaze darts to hers. “You sure?”
“Yes. He used to brag about it all the time. When Dominick was killed, Hatch bitched that he’d lose the compound.”
“You’re saying Morretti owns the MC’s hideout?”
“Owned it. But when he died—”
“Raven inherited it all.” I rub my eyes, thinking back to Jonah and Raven’s wedding reception. He hid his illegal activity in billions of dollars in real estate, most residential high-rises meant for the insanely rich. She got all his assets when he died, but sold them to fund Raven’s Nest. Shit!
“Trix, I need any information you can give me. Did he ever mention where he spends most of his time? Even a guess is better than starting with nothing.”
“My best guess? Colorado. He and the guys always talked about The Devil’s Hog. It’s a bar or hangout of some kind.”
“Colorado. Anywhere else he may’ve mentioned?”
She shakes her head. “No, but I’ll let you know if I hear anything.” A tear threatens to spill from her heavily made up eye. “One more thing. I don’t know if it’s important, but when he was here, he mentioned something that sounded off to me. He specifically said that she ‘depends on him’ and he was worried about leaving her.”
A woman like Mac would depend on no one. That’s a lie. It has to be.
“I don’t know what that means, Rex, but I’m afraid we don’t have a lot of time.”
Fuck!
I grab my keys and phone from my guitar box and pull on my black baseball hat. I’m halfway down the hallway when Trix’s high heels clack-clack behind me.
“Where are you going?”
I don’t know yet, but I’ll scour the country to find Gia if that’s what it takes. Urgency pushes me to a jog.
“Rex?”
“I’m bringing her home.”
*
I called Jonah on my way, so I’m not surprised to find him standing on his front step when I show up. It’s close to midnight. My chest warms for a flash at his show of friendship and loyalty, but quickly dies when I remember why I’m here.
I park and jog up to him. “Jonah, thanks for—”
“Anytime, man, you know that.”
“Raven up?”
“Sadie’s having a growth spurt, so she’s nursing every hour. Yeah, she’s up.” He motions for me to follow him inside. “Come on; she’s in the office.”
My feet are almost burning to run back and start yelling instructions, but getting my ass kicked by Jonah will only hold off my search.
“Baby, Rex is here.” Jonah announces our arrival into the home office and once inside I can see why.
Raven has her face inches from the computer, her hand clicking on the mouse. She looks up for a split second but goes right back to the screen. “Hey, I’m trying to find some real estate files I remember seeing on this disc. If that Hatchet guy worked for Dominick, there’s a good chance he funded the purchase of their compound or co-signed. He owned a ton of property and kept very detailed files.”
Her blue-green eyes bounce around the computer screen to the beat of every mouse click. Guilt turns my stomach. They’re willing to help me out, and they don’t have all the information. Yet.
I move into the room and pull up a chair next to her. “Before we do this, I need to tell you guys something.”
Jonah leans his hip against the desk on the other side of Raven, arms crossed over his chest. “What’s up?”