“But...”
Bull narrowed his eyes at his friend. “When Gwen was taken, did you not want as many fuckin’ eyes as possible looking for her?” He didn’t wait for a response. “Went down the road of shutting out the law—you know how that went down, brother,” he finished, trying his best not to let his demons in, but it was no use. They were there. Taunting him, presenting him with images of a broken lifeless body. The same one he saw in his dreams. But this time the face changed. It was Mia’s beautiful face that was lifeless and battered. A soft knock at the door barely penetrated the cloud of rage threatening to overwhelm him.
“Baby, not now,” Cade called softly.
Bull directed his gaze to Gwen, who was standing in the doorway, a grim look on her face.
“I’ve got something that might help.” Her eyes were on Bull.
Bull stepped forward, and before he even knew it he was clutching Gwen’s shoulders.
She looked up at him softly. “We’ll get her back,” she promised, sensing his desperation.
He felt Cade’s heat at his back. “Know your hurting, brother—know exactly how you feel. But gonna have to ask you to get your hands off my wife,” he requested in a hard tone.
Bull looked down at his hands, which he was sure were biting into Gwen’s shoulders. He quickly let go, stepping aside so Cade could pull her into his side, his hand resting on the swell of her bump.
“What you got, baby?” he asked quietly.
She looked to Cade a moment, then focused on Bull. “It isn’t much. Hardly anything, actually. More of an inkling,” she explained. “I don’t think the club has anything to do with Mia being taken,” she began, telling them something they already knew. Bull stiffened anyway, knowing Cade wouldn’t have told her this, which meant she knew something.
“Babe?” Cade questioned urgently.
“It was more something Mia said in passing, something I knew we couldn’t probe her too hard about. About Lexie’s dad,” she explained softly.
Bull’s fists clenched. He fuckin’ knew there was more to the story than Mia was letting on. He had meant to get down to the details later, when her grief wasn’t so fresh, when they had time. When he had time to hunt down the motherfucker. Now his time had run out.
“What about him?” Bull clipped. His tone was vicious, laced with fury. He knew he should have locked it down, ‘specially with Gwen. But he couldn’t. She knew him, knew he didn’t rein it in.
“Not much—she just alluded to the fact she had to get away from him. And the way she had to do it. By running,” she said quietly.
There was silence as Bull chewed on what this meant. Chewed on the fact she hadn’t told him this shit.
“Maybe you should talk to Lexie, see what she knows,” Gwen suggested. “She’s pretty shaken up and will only really talk to Killian and you.” She looked at Bull.
Bull didn’t say anything; shit was swirling in his head at an alarming rate. Cade turned Gwen in his arms. “Thanks, baby. Go get Lexie,” he ordered, kissing her lightly.
Gwen reached out and squeezed Bull’s hand after her husband released her. “We’ll find her,” she promised again, before leaving the room.
Cade turned to him. “Gotta rein it in around Lexie, brother. She can’t see you like this,” he told him.
Bull glared at him. “Fuckin’ know that,” he clipped.
Cade didn’t say anything, just nodded. The room was silent until Lexie came bursting through the door. The moment her eyes landed on Bull she ran over to him, colliding with his body and throwing her arms around him.
“Zane!” she cried.
He kissed her head, reveling in the peace that came with her presence. He put his arms around her.
She pulled back, leaving her arms around his waist. “You found Mom yet?” she asked hopefully.
Bull clasped her neck. “Not yet, darlin,’ but we’ll get her home soon,” he promised.
Her face fell but she nodded. “I know you will.” The utter faith in her tone socked him in the gut.
“Gotta ask you a coupla questions Lex,” he said softly, directing her to sit.
She reluctantly let him go to sit beside him at the table. Her gaze darted to Cade who gave her a small grin. She grinned shyly back.
“You holding up okay?” Bull asked for a start, his desperation for information taking a temporary back seat.
She nodded slowly. “Gwen’s got me sorted. And Kill’s going to be okay,” she said by answer.
The strength in her tone gave Bull pause. “You’re as strong as your mom is,” he observed with pride. “Need to ask you about your dad,” he continued.
Lexie’s face paled slightly. “My dad? What does he have to do with this?” she asked.