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Would she ever get to love him the way he deserved to be loved?

She'd only started and had so much more to give him.

Tears fell down her cheeks unchecked, blurring the details of the photos, and she could no longer spot Dio amongst the other members.Please. Please. Please. Let him be okay.

She would give anything, even her soul to the devil, if Dio returned safe and sound.

"Riders coming in," shouted Brett.

The air thickened. She closed her eyes, sending up every promise, every threat, every wish.

At the sound of the door opening and therumble of the motorcycles invading the clubhouse, Skye turned, searching for Dio.

Her dad walked inside and stopped, scanning the room. When he found her, his eyes softened, and he shook his head.

A sob broke free, and she fell to her knees.

The voices hummed around her. She couldn't breathe. She couldn't move. She couldn't stop the horror happening around her.

Aunt Brooke joined her on the floor, wrapping arms around her. But even that motherly support wasn't powerful enough to keep her world from shattering into millions of pieces.

She held her stomach, afraid she would fall apart. Negative thoughts found their way in, and it felt like her heart was pulled out of her body.

A scream tore through her but never came out.

Strong hands lifted her to her feet. She leaned into the support, unable to stand on her own.

"We got the men, Skye." Her dad held her up. "We took care of them."

"Dio?" She stared into his eyes, needing the answers he wasn't giving her.

He shook his head. "He wasn't with them, baby. There's a chance he's still out there somewhere, and we won't give up looking for him."

She locked her knees. "Los Li is no longer a threat?"

"We're safe," he murmured.

Adrenaline made her dizzy as thoughts formed in her head. "The security will be lifted off us?"

"Yeah." Her dad pulled at his beard. "But right now, we need—"

Her spine snapped to attention, giving her strength. She pushed away from her dad. "I need to go."

"Wait, Skye." Her dad turned, following her with his gaze. "Where the hell do you think you're going?"

She grabbed her bag off the table and headed toward the door. "To find Dio."

"We're going back out once we share information on the areas we've covered to close in on a possible location." Her dad coughed. "God damnit, we've looked—"

"I'll find him." She hurried to the door, grabbing her keys out of her pocket.

"Wait up." Mariah caught up with her. "You're not going alone."

"Hell." Brett jogged behind them. "I'll follow the girls and watch over them."

"Don't lose them," shouted her dad.

She jumped in her car and waited until Mariah slid into the passenger seat. Her heart raced hard enough to bruise her battered chest.