“Damn man, I thought you’d be looking better by now,” Fury says, as about four of Devil’s brothers come walking into his hospital room.

Fury is joking, I know, but he’s not far from wrong. Devil does still look like hell. He’s going to be in the hospital for much longer, though there is talk after his skin grafts heal, that they will move him to a rehab facility. Devil’s not crazy about that, but he needs it. Both of his legs were so badly broken that he will have to learn to walk all over again. He’s got one arm that had such a huge break that he’ll have to work to regain full use of it. His ribs are wrapped tight, a lung had to be re-inflated and that’s only the highlights of everything he’s undergone. He’s worried about the skin grafts and all of the jagged scarring he will have. I’m praying they don’t become infected. He spiked a fever a few nights and it scared me to death. The biggest loss has been his eye. He completely lost his right eye and I know that’s bothering him more than anything. His face is bandaged up right now, and eventually they will put a patch over the wound. They’ve talked to him about reconstructive surgery, but I don’t know what he’s thinking. I don’t care.

He’s alive… and he’s with me. I’m thankful and that’s enough.

“Fuck off, I still look better than you,” Devil mumbles.

Fury, Crusher, Gunner and Beast have become familiar faces to me. They’re good men. The kind of men that I wish my father could have surrounded himself with.

“How’s he doing, Torrent?” Beast asks. Beast apparently isn’t a member of Devil’s crew, but he and Devil are really close. He and his wife Hayden are staying at my house until we can get Devil shipped back home and I go down there. I haven’t been home much, and not sure I want to be—not after everything that has happened. The clubhouse is completely gone now. Crusher and his men burned it to the ground. I don’t know what happened to the members of Dad’s club; I’ve decided to apply the old military standard… Don’t ask, don’t tell.

“He ate real food today,” I tell him, still proud of that accomplishment.

“I don’t think you can call that crap they brought me real food, Angel.”

I roll my eyes, and bend down to kiss him.

“I love you, Logan,” I tell him, ignoring everyone else in the room. I almost lost him and now that I’ve got him back, I’m going to make sure to tell him how much I love him, each and every day—as often as I can.

He brings his good hand up to my face. He touches a finger to my cheek while staring at me intently. There’s sadness in his face, but there’s love too.

“I love you, Angel,” he says and I kiss him again.

“You’re a lucky man, Twinkle-Toes,” Beast says and Devil looks at him and grins.

“Don’t I know it, Sunshine. Don’t I know it,” Devil responds.

It’s a familiar exchange between the two and I don’t understand the significance of it, but I know it makes Devil happy.

“Have you found Wolf yet?” I ask, and from the looks of the solemn faces around the room that answer is a no. Shit.

“Sorry, Torrent. We’ve torn the place apart, but there’s no sign of him.”

“And you’re sure Diesel and Ryan are safe?” Devil asks and the men look around at Devil—none of them happy.

“Diesel went dark as soon as he sent us after you. He left me a note, and told me he’d be in touch, but damn it, man, I haven’t heard anything from him,” Crusher says and my heart squeezes in panic.

I hope and pray nothing happens to them. I feel responsible, even though they’ve all tried to convince me I’m not. To their way of thinking, Diesel and Ryan have had evil after both of them for a while and at least I’ve helped them get a direction to look. That doesn’t make me feel any better. I may not want to know what happened to my father’s men, but Wolf… I’d like to see Wolf die a very violent and bloody death.

“Maybe it’s good he’s dark and doesn’t know what’s going on,” Gunner says and everyone turns around to stare at him. “What?” he asks us all defensively. “It will kill him to find out that Ryan is not his.”

I couldn’t even imagine the pain that would cause. By all accounts, Diesel adores Ryan and has tried to give him the world from day one.

“That it will,” Fury agrees. But Beast growls under his breath.

“He’s that boy’s father,” Crusher says vehemently. I smile. Devil has told me about Crusher and Dani and how they couldn’t have kids. So far they’ve adopted five and have another in the works.

“Damn straight,” Beast says. “I dare anyone to say anything different.”

I feel a little shudder of fear. I’m not really afraid, but the cold tone in Beast’s voice would make me feel sorry for anyone that pissed him off, for sure.

“So what’s our next move?” Fury asks.

“We keep hunting for Wolf and we keep trying to monitor this damn King. That’s all the moves we have right now,” Crusher answers, his voice filled with anger.

“And in the meantime we hope like hell we hear from Diesel,” Gunner adds and everyone in the room silently agrees.