The look on my face must tell Free all he needs to know. His eyes widen, and he lifts his chin. “Talk to me,” he demands.

Since he’s my vice president, I don’t hold back. I tell him what Ginger said, and that I need to get the hell down to the hospital.

There are four prospects tied to a chair in front of us, and we’ve just started demanding answers. However, I have to go. I cannot stay here, not when Ginger needs me.

“Go to them, we got this. I’ll keep you updated. Do the same?” he asks.

Lifting my chin. “I need everything on that woman, everything you found and more,” I growl.

“I’m on it, Snake,” he confirms.

Leaving the men, I hurry toward my bike. It doesn’t take me long to ride to the hospital, and I’m thankful that I’m on my bike. Once both feet are on the ground, I run toward the NICU.

I expect Ginger to be a complete mess, and my mother-in-law to be pissed the fuck off. When I walk to the door, I see neither scenario. Both are sitting in front of Evalyn’s little bed and they’re quiet, just watching her. Ginger must sense me because she slowly turns around and a look of relief crosses her features.

“I need to know it all,” I demand.

“I’m going to the restroom, I’ll be back in a few,” Roberta announces.

She leaves, and I sit down in her chair, letting out a sigh. My body finally relaxes a bit, seeing with my own eyes that neither of my girls are harmed.

Ginger tells me everything that cunt said to her, each word causing me to become angrier and angrier. It will never end, not ever, not as long as someone in that fucking organization is still breathing. Goddammit.

“I can’t leave her here,” Ginger whispers, looking from me to Evalyn.

I grunt. “Fuck no, you can’t.”

Standing, I walk toward one of the nurses that I’ve seen a few times. “I need to talk to Evalyn’s doctor,” I demand.

Her back stiffens and I know I’ve been too harsh with my tone, but I don’t care. I’m fucking scared, and I don’t do scared well. She nods but doesn’t speak as she hurries over to a phone, her eyes fixated on me and fear looming in her gaze the entire time.

No less than fifteen minutes later, the doctor walks through the door. Roberta is back in her chair, but I don’t want the women to hear me, so I meet the doctor halfway. “Is there a problem Mr. Gordon?” he asks.

“I need to take Evalyn home, tonight if possible,” I announce.

His lips press together, and he narrows his eyes. “I’d like her to gain some more weight, Mr. Gordon. Can you tell me why you need her to go home all of a sudden?”

“I have cause for concern, about her safety,” I state.

I’m not feeding him any bullshit, and I’m halfway tempted to just fucking take her. What would he really do? Call the cops, the same ones that are on my goddamn payroll?

“I assure you, Mr. Gordon, Evalyn is perfectly safe—” I hold up my hand to stop him from going any further.

“Who is Nurse Billingsly?” I demand. I memorized that cunt’s badge the first time she gave me a bad gut feeling.

The doctor’s brows tug together and he looks from me to Evalyn, then over to the nurse who is assuredly watching us, then back to me. “She shouldn’t be on this floor,” he mutters, almost to himself.

“She was here twice, and she threatened my wife. I need my baby home with me, where she’ll be safe.”

“I understand your concern, but Evalyn has an alarm on her ankle, nobody could take her, even if they wanted to,” he lamely explains.

Taking a step closer to him, I reach out and fist his crisp white shirt in my hand. “Listen, you pencil dick fuck. I’ve been nice, and I’ve explained to you why I want my child home. I could go into detail about the things that could happen to a baby, that could hurt her, without her leaving this facility.

“Honest to fuck, I don’t even want to think about it, let alone say it. So, I suggest you release my goddamn daughter, and you do it fast before I decide you’re on my radar. I have a feeling that you don’t want to be there, or put your family there,” I growl.

He shakes his head and swear to fuck, he looks like he’s about to piss himself. “Okay. I’ll sign off on her release, but you have to swear you’ll follow my instructions to a T. If for any reason you even suspect there’s a problem, I want you to bring her right back here. You can stay with her the whole time, I don’t care,” he rambles as his body quakes with fear.

“Sounds good,” I grumble, releasing him and smoothing his shirt out. “Hurry on up, now,” I hiss.

His back straightens, and he rushes off to gather up paperwork. Turning back toward Ginger, I make my way over to her.

“I don’t even want to know what you said, do I?” she asks on a whisper.

I grunt, refusing to answer. “I’m going to get the Jeep and bring it around. The car seat is still inside, right?”

“Why?” she breathes.

I give my woman a grin. “Because we’re bringing our baby home,” I announce.

Roberta gasps beside me, but my eyes are focused on my woman, and my woman only. Her bottom lip starts to tremble, and I watch as tears fall down her cheeks. I hunch down and place my hands on her outer thighs.

Ginger reaches for me, her hands cupping my cheeks. “Thank you, Pres,” she whimpers.

I lean forward resting my forehead against hers. “Anything for my girls, peaches. Fucking anything for you two,” I truthfully admit.

Once the doctor returns, I sign all of the release paperwork while he gives specific instructions to Ginger about the care of Evalyn. Fifteen minutes later Evalyn and Ginger are being wheeled down to the exit and I rush over to the Jeep, bringing it around for them. I help them load up into the car.

Handing the keys to Roberta, I let them both know that I’ll meet them at home, and that I’ll be right behind them. I watch as they take off, my entire world in one vehicle.

Pulling out my cell, I call Free. “What do you know?” I demand.

“She’s not from here which we already knew. She moved about two months ago and got a job at the hospital. She’s from a little town up north, in the middle of nowhere’s land. I need to dig into that town, I have a feeling it could lead us to the compound,” he mutters the exact thought that popped into my head. “She doesn’t have an address listed anywhere, not here or her hometown. She’s been picking up her paychecks right there at the hospital. That’s all I have so far.”

“What about the prospects?” I ask.

He lets out a snort. “Quint admitted to being knocked over the head the other day. Was embarrassed he let someone get the drop on him. When he came to, his prospect jacket was gone, but he found it a few hours later in the parking lot. Thought he somehow took it off and left it there, some stupid shit like that. Whoever did this came onto our land more than once, undetected,” he growls.

“Fuck,” I hiss. I tell him that Evalyn is home and that I won’t be able to get back to the clubhouse until the morning. He’s in charge, and to find out as much as he fucking can between now and tomorrow morning. “In the morning, we’re crackin’ heads and taking names. I want this cunt of a nurse’s head.”

“Sounds good, Snake,” he says.

I straddle my bike and point it toward home.

Back to my girls.

In the hospital, Evalyn was such a quiet baby. She was so small and sweet. Something happened to her between then and now though. She’s definitely found her voice, and she doesn’t mind even a tiny bit about boasting it loudly. Well, as loudly as she can.

She was up every hour, on the hour, last night. I didn’t mind, in fact, I was happy to get up with her. Although, she could sleep a little more today and I would be okay.

My mom and Prescott left about an hour ago. Pres took her to the airport, then he went to the clubhouse. He swears he won’t be gone too long, but I know him.

I know that there’s something big going down, not to mention, he loses track of time very easily when he’s down there at the clubhouse.

Evalyn screams in my arms, so I reach for the bottle and slip the nipple in her mouth. She latches on quickly and I smile down at her as she sucks down the milk.

Rocking her, I’m unable to take my eyes off of her, she’s absolutely beautiful. I felt like I was never going to be able to bring her home with me, and here she is, finally in my arms at home.

Once she’s eaten, I change her, and take her up to her room, placing her in her crib. I grab the baby monitor from the dresser, and walk out of her room, turning it on so that I can hear her if she needs me.

Making my way toward my bedroom, I decide to lie down as well. My eyes are almost closed when I hear a noise. My heart starts to race in my chest, it pounds, and I strain to hear more of whatever that noise was.

It happens again, and I sit up. I leave the monitor in my room, and make sure Evalyn’s door is closed before I grip my cell in my hand and slowly walk downstairs.

“Fuck,” a voice hisses and my back straightens.

“Goddamn man, you’re going to wake them up,” Prescott’s voice booms. I let out a sigh of relief and continue down the rest of the staircase.

“Too late, you already scared the shit out of me,” I mutter as I walk into the kitchen.

Prescott’s lips lift into a grin and he walks toward me, pressing his lips to the corner of my mouth. “Sorry, peaches,” he murmurs.

“What’s going on?”

He lets out a long sigh and takes a step back. “Jones’ group must have had a serious plan in case he was taken out. It was them who took our shipment, and of course that bitch was working in the hospital. They were beginning to infiltrate our town, in hopes of wiping us out, and taking over the entire territory,” he explains.

“So, what happens now?” I breathe.

Prescott shakes his head once. “Don’t worry, peaches. I got all this shit under control. Just came here to check on you both.”

I tell him that Evalyn has been fussy, but she’s been eating and nothing seems out of the ordinary for her. I mention that maybe her extra fussiness is just because of her new surroundings.

“Probably, peaches. You go get some rest, yeah?” He bends down and presses his lips to mine.

I nod in agreement, with a yawn, then make my way back upstairs. I press my ear against Evalyn’s door and she’s quiet as can be. I sit down on my bed and am surprised when Prescott’s voice filters through the room. I walk a little closer to the door so that I’m able to hear him better as he talks to Free.

“We have a lead on their compound. We’ll get together a group and call in some reinforcements to see what we’re dealing with there. Motorhead got that cunt from the hospital and she’s at the clubhouse.”

“I was able to track down our truck, but our merchandise was gone,” Free states.

“Luckily, we’ve got enough in our savings to cover an extra shipment, but it puts a hefty dent in it,” Prescott says. “We’ll just have to keep dealing with them until we find their true leader, their power source.”

Free grunts before he continues. “They’re going to continue being a pain in our asses, aren’t they? For how long?”

“For as long as it takes, brother. I want them away from my family, but until they’re eradicated they’ll keep coming back. We need to go to the source and wipe them off the face of the earth,” Prescott growls.

“Fuck yeah we do,” Free agrees.

I close my eyes tightly. I’ve felt stronger, braver than I ever have, but right now it’s as if it’s all gone out the window.

I feel weak, and scared.

No, I feel terrified, fear climbs up my throat and I try to hold back my whimper. They’re never going to leave us alone, and they’re going to terrorize us, and Evalyn.

“They won’t do shit, peaches.” My eyes pop open and I’m surprised to see Prescott standing right in front of me. “They won’t ever touch you again, and they’ll never touch Evalyn.”

“How do you know?” I whisper.

He wraps his hand around the base of my throat, leaning forward before he whispers. “Ginger, I know because I won’t let them. Not ever again. I’m aware, they won’t catch me off guard, and I’ll always be looking for them. I will disassemble them. It’s a fucking promise,” he growls.

I nod, taking a big gulp of air before I continue. “I don’t want to be scared, Pres. I want to be brave, and strong, but I’m full of fucking fear. It will never go away.”

Prescott squeezes my neck gently “You’re brave, peaches. It’s okay to be fearful of them, they’re unknown. They take no mercy, but you know what?”

“What?” I whisper.

“Neither do I. They will all burn to the ground, and I’ll be holding the accelerant. They’ll watch me laugh as they burn, and I won’t feel one ounce of remorse. Not one fucking ounce of it.”

My lips tip with a small smile. “That’s awful,” I whisper.

He grins, his smile wide and bright. “It’s the goddamn truth of it, though. I will protect you with my life, and I’ll destroy any fucker who attempts to hurt you, Evalyn, or the club. It will not be tolerated. How they thought they could come here, and take you from me, and take my club, I don’t know. They’ll learn though, every single one of them will learn.”

“I love you, Prescott,” I murmur.

He dips his head, his lips brushing mine. “I love you so fuckin’ much, peaches.”