Tanner Tanner (Dirty Misfits MC #5) - Savannah Rylan Page 0,2

if they wanted them that much. He said if he’d ever fell in love, she’d always be at his side.”

“Oh, boy,” Archer murmured.

I opened my eyes and looked up at Brooks. “I never said her name, and he did more talking than I did. But there was a brief moment where I told him I was one of those guys, but that we couldn't all go tracking down our high school sweethearts.”

“And that’s all you said?” Brooks asked.

I held up my good hand. “On my soul, that’s all I said.”

Cole wrapped up my hand. “And it’s apparently all he needed, too.”

“Still,” Finn said as he perched himself on the couch beside me, “that’s not really enough to go on. High school sweetheart? There must’ve been something else you said?”

I shook my head. “If there’s anything else, then—”

The memory washed over me like a fucking ocean pouring out of the sky and it left me breathless. But not for long. Cole slapped my chest and it forced me to inhale. After the world stopped tilting around on its damn axis, I leaned back against the couch cushions.

“We’re ready when you are,” Brooks said.

I cleared my throat. “I briefly remember one point in time where Finn and I were comparing tattoos.”

Finn gasped. “Oh, shit! I remember that! We planned my arm sleeve at that party.”

I pointed at him. “Yep. We did. I pulled up my shirt to show him the big chest piece I have, but he was more concerned about—”

“Wait, oh shit. The matching tattoo.”

Porter cocked his head. “What matching tattoo?”

I motioned for Cole to help me up off the couch, and he did. And even though my hand was sore, I kept talking.

For fear that I might not remember if I didn’t spit it out.

“Finn and I were comparing tattoos and he came across this little number I have on the back part of the right side of my ribcage. It’s a tattoo I got with Summer when we were back in high school. It was supposed to resemble us always being together. But when we parted ways, I used my back tattoo to sort of blend it in with the rest of me.”

Finn raised his hand. “But I found it. I saw it. It’s pretty neat, too. Very sweet.”

“I take it you told Chops this?” Brooks asked.

I turned to face him. “No. But that’s not to say he didn’t overhear it. We were all pretty wasted that night. Fuck only knows how loud I was talking.”

Brooks’ head fell back. “Well, that would do it. A matching tattoo and a high school sweetheart. That would be enough information to track someone down with.”

“Which means they’ve been planning this for a very long time, if he stored that information for that long,” Porter said.

Archer puffed his cheeks out with a sigh. “Or they’ve been working on this plan for that long. Which means they’ve got at least a five-year head start on us.”

“God DAMN IT!” Brooks roared.

He whirled around just like I did and punched the wall behind him, giving Cole more work to do as Porter swept up the mess. Our lives were utter chaos, and yet the only thing I could think about was getting Summer and our daughter back to safety.

But once Cole was done with Brooks’ hand, he stood and let his voice bellow over our heads.

“Our main mission is to get Summer and the little girl back. And we’ll start by figuring out where she lives so we can stake out her place,” he said.

Archer pulled out his phone. “I’ll give Josie a call. Her and Summer are close, so she probably knows where Summer lives.”

I looked over at him. “If they’re good friends, she might be of more use to us.”

Archer shot me a look. “One step at a time.”

I rolled my shoulders. “But if we get there, I’m just telling you to be prepared. Because I’ll beg her to help if necessary. My child’s at stake.”

“A child you didn’t know about,” he spat.

“That doesn’t make her any less my child!” I said curtly.

“Enough,” Brooks growled.

That silenced us quicker than anything he could have yelled over our heads. And once the room had settled down once more, I drew in a deep breath as it hit me.

“What if this was a last-ditch effort for them?” I asked.

“What do you mean?” Brooks asked in return.

I swallowed hard. “I mean, what if the Black Flags are holding her hostage at her place or something? What if they’re