Page 92 of Caging Lark
“No,” Vengeance said. Several men immediately bristled, but Vengeance ignored them.
“The Syndicate won’t hit the club first,” he continued. “They’ll hit individual members and will probably start with those who were closest to Savage.”
Chloe crossed her arms tightly over herself. “You keep saying that.”
“Because it’s true,” Vengeance growled.
“She doesn’t leave this clubhouse alone anymore,” Bowie said flatly to his guys.
“That’ll help,” Vengeance grumbled.
Bowie barked a harsh laugh. “What, you don’t think that hiding my daughter in the clubhouse will help to keep her safe?”
“No,” Vengeance answered honestly. “But it’ll keep her breathing for the time being.”
That nearly started a fight. One biker surged forward instantly. “Watch your fucking mouth?—”
“Enough,” Bowie snapped. The room fell silent again. Vengeance respected him for that alone. Most clubs lost their damn minds when emotions got high, but Bowie still had control of Savage Hell.
“What do they want?” Bowie finally asked.
“Territory, access, money. Savage kept Huntsville locked down for years. Now they think there’s weakness here. They want everything the Bastards own,” Vengeance said.
“There isn’t weakness here,” Bowie growled.
“I know that,” Vengeance said, “but they don’t.”
Chloe suddenly spoke up beside him. “Why do I feel like you’re leaving something out?” His eyes slid to hers. She was a smart girl—too smart, because there was something he hadn’t told them yet. It was something that was going to make this entire situation infinitely worse. The Syndicate didn’t just want Savage Hell; they wanted Chloe specifically, and judging by the contract Vengeance had seen with her picture attached to it, they wanted her alive for a reason.
