Chief and Keeffe sat on the other side of the stainless-steel table in the visiting room of Seattle Penitentiary. Jett sat on the other side, facing them. Unlike the last time he was incarcerated, he was allowed free use of his hands and feet.

With the more relaxed visitations, he was also allowed two visitors at a time, and at the end of the hour, the guards allowed one, short hug.

He'd only missed one visitation in the last year and a half when he spent time in solitary for fighting. He had twenty-nine more months of his sentence left, almost two and a half years of his four-year sentence.

While his second time behind bars proved easier in many ways compared to his first time when he had to learn the rules, fight to secure his safety, and deal with hazing, his frustration and anger remained high because of Sydney.

"Have they mentioned wanting to move you to general population yet?" asked Chief.

He shook his head. "They won't."

"They know you're Brikken." Chief sniffed. "Did they give you the line about your protection and other bullshit?"

"At least I bunk alone at the moment." He looked around the room, seeing if anyone took special interest to his visitors at the table. "It's one step up from seg."

Getting put in seg—the hole—messed with the sanest man's head. When his body tired from lack of sleep on the block, he'd often do enough to bring the guard's attention to him and take the mark-up to seg. Then, he'd spend his solitary confinement for twenty-three hours a day to sleep. Or, try to sleep in the freezer pit of the prison.

"What's going on at home?" he asked.

"We've added two more members." Chief's crossed arms and relaxed position belied the tension running through him. "We bumped Banter and O'Brien up and let them be involved in the garage."

He'd expected growth within Brikken during his absence. The success of the club's survival meant adding to their numbers.

"Has Banter matured?" Jett kept his hands under the table. "He was an irresponsible little shit when I was out."

Chief lifted his shoulder. "As much as we can expect. We're watching him."

"Got some bad news." Keeffe's gaze softened. "Doc passed away last week."

"Damn." He leaned back in his chair. "His wife?"

"She's doing okay. The women are making sure she's got food and an ear." Keeffe inhaled deeply. "He lived a good life. An honest life."

Doc had treated him for every broken bone and stitched him up regularly throughout his childhood and up until he was carted off to prison. "How'd he go?"

"Doc was pushing eighty-eight years old." Chief ran his hand down his beard. "He went in his sleep, the way he deserved to go out."

He shook his head, leaving the reflections of his own life for another day when he had time by himself. "Take some money out of my account, make sure he's honored right."

Keeffe nodded. "Will do."

Jett looked to his father. "Sydney's got six more months in juvie. I want you to find her after she's released."

"You're going to be stuck in here for a while. Don't you think it's better to let her be? She's young. You haven't seen or talked to her in a year and a half. A girl her age grows up...changes. Makes mistakes. Learns." Chief grimaced. "You weren't trusting her before, son. She's taken four years of your life. I won't allow her on Brikken property to take any more men down."

"I made a promise." He steeled his jaw. "I plan on keeping it."

He wasn't going to defend his feelings toward Sydney. Nothing had changed. What he felt toward her had multiplied while incarcerated. He had all the time in the world to go over every conversation, every night spent with her, and how she'd set him up. He wanted her in his bed when he got out, and then he'd punish her.

She owed him.

Sydney's sister turned him into the cops. He'd seen it with his own eyes. Kylie sat in the front of the cop car, unashamed of setting him up. The damn police showing up when he made contact with Kylie was too big of a coincidence for him. Hell, maybe Sydney opened her mouth and tried to frame him to get another chance at running away instead of spending time in a group home before she was sent to kiddy prison.

He wouldn't know until he talked to her.

"In the chance that she gets out early before we talk again, I want you to put her in the house. Put a couple men on her to make sure she stays around." His head pounded. The headaches that plagued him inside were a daily occurrence. He leaned forward and lowered his voice. "I need communication in here. I had to get rid of the other one."

He'd used the throwaway phone to pay off a guard to look the other way when he'd got wind a few Sparrows members were going to jump him. He'd taken out two motherfuckers and put the other one in the hospital.

"Can it wait a week or do you want someone else to make the mid-week visit?" asked his dad.

"Next week is fine." He looked at the clock on the wall and the pressure to hurry passed through him. "Olin and Thorn doing okay?"

"Doing the same shit," said Chief.

"Ashley cut it off with Olin," added Keeffe.

He scoffed. "That'll last a fucking minute."

Chief scooted back his chair and walked away. He gazed after his dad. The years had been harsh on the old man, but he seemed to be winning.

"He's doing okay?" he asked.

Keeffe nodded. "You know Chief. He wouldn't let us know if he had troubles."

"No, but Johanna would," he mumbled. "The family? My mom?"

"They miss you and send their love." Keeffe shook his head in amusement. "Those little girls though...mouthier than all shit. Stassi likes saying no and Jackie's still got every man wrapped around her finger."

A pang of longing to see family hit him. Stassi was almost two years old and wouldn't know him. He'd be lucky if Jackie remembered her oldest brother.

Chief returned to the table with a couple candy bars and a Coke. "Eat."

He didn't want any food. He wanted to beat Sydney's ass. Every time he had visitors, his desire to find Sydney and make her pay for putting him in prison escalated.

Picking up a candy bar, he ate. Arguing with Chief wasn't done. If Chief said to carry the table to the other side of the room, he'd do it knowing there was a purpose and he'd find out later.

He polished off the Coke when the guard announced visiting hour was over. The sugar boost brought him out of his seat. He met his dad halfway when Chief hooked his neck and brought his head forward. He remained that way, forehead to forehead, taking in all that was Chief and what he offered.

"Head high. Don't tuck your thumbs. Do not let those motherfuckers get to you. Keep your cool." Chief rolled his head and whispered in his ear, "I'll find her for you, son."

He nodded, shook hands with Keeffe, and turned to line up at the door to go back to his cell. Confident his dad would get Sydney as soon as she walked out of juvie, he inhaled a deep breath, ready to count down another fucking day.