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Well, of course, he was going to go there and do that. Why were they not shocked?

Immediately, Jinx covered.

“We don’t have an ID on the woman—only the address and that it’s a female. Honestly, we have a sneaking suspicion that she has been slotted for the sex trade.”

Well, at least it gave him a day away from everyone. Then, they wouldn’t be staring at him with pity.

He kicked back the coffee.

“Okay, I’ll go handle it.”

Well, that was easy.

Until he spoke and managed to piss everyone off who was sitting there, as they fought to keep New Orleans from falling.

“As long as it gets us closer to finding Chevy, so I can get the fuck out of here, whatever.”

Rogue gave his wife the look when she opened her mouth. It said one thing.

‘Don’t engage’.

And somehow, like with everyone there, she didn’t say shit, and that was getting more difficult each day.

He wasn’t making friends.

Why?

What Dakota didn’t realize was each time he said shit like that, it hurt the people in the family. They were fighting daily for him, and he still planned on walking.

He didn’t care.

Not.

At.

All.

“Thanks, Dakota,” Rogue said.

He didn’t miss a beat in his attempt to get as far from them as possible.

Dakota was already pulling away.

“Address?” he asked.

Jinx scribbled it down and then handed it to him. She hoped this worked because they were running out of options with Dakota.

“Here you go. Don’t drop the ball, Dakota,” she said, warning him.

“What’s that mean?” he asked.

Luckily for them, they had company.

Jagger walked back into the room, and he was smiling like a man who had just gotten lucky—because he had.

It drew the attention away from Jinx and put it squarely on the Marine.

Since the tension was high, Zayn busted his ass because that was what Zayn did when they were in bad situations.