Page 16 of Monster Mania

“To find her,” Ghost said, as though it was going to be that simple.

“With what? You don't know where she lives,” Hammer reminded.

Ghost held up his phone. “Not yet.”

Hammer grabbed his kutte and slipped it over his shoulders. “You're not going without me.”

“Wasn't planning on it,” Ghost agreed.

Monster stepped in front of the door. “You’re not leaving,” Monster insisted.

Ghost stopped dead in his tracks. “We’re not?”

“You two aren't riding into this blind,” Monster insisted.

“We're not asking permission,” Ghost spat.

Monster's expression hardened. “I'm not talking to you as your friend right now.” The room went silent. There was their Prez. Ghost respected the hell out of Monster, which was the only reason he didn't shove past him. Monster pointed between them. “You found out five minutes ago that the woman you shared a bed with last night is the daughter of a dead MC president, the former ol’lady of a murdered Sergeant at Arms. And she disappeared after an execution nobody ever solved.”

“When you put it like that—” Hammer muttered.

Ghost shot him a look, and Monster continued. “You don't know why she disappeared. You don't know who's looking for her. And you don't know whether bringing her here puts every brother in this clubhouse in danger.”

Ghost clenched his jaw because he knew that Monster was right. He fucking hated when Monster was right. “So, what?” Ghost asked. “We just sit here and do nothing?”

“For today, yeah,” Monster said.

“No,” Ghost breathed.

“Ghost,” Monster almost shouted his name.

“No,” Ghost shouted back.

Monster stepped closer. “That's an order.” Ghost stared at his Prez, and his entire body screamed to move and go find Angel. He wanted to make sure she was safe, because something had changed last night. Something he didn't understand and sure as hell wasn't ready to name. It was almost as though he could still feel her tucked between him and Hammer and could still hear her laugh. He could still remember waking up and realizing that, for the first time since Levi died, having someone beside him hadn't made him want to run—it had made him want to stay, and that scared the ever-loving shit out of him.

Ghost looked away. “Fine.”

Monster nodded. “Have Mouse keep digging.”

“Absolutely,” Ghost agreed.

“And if there's an active threat—” Monster said, looking between the two of them. “We handle it as a club,” Monster finished. Ghost could live with that—for now.

Monster left the room, and Hammer dropped back into his chair. “You know what the fucked-up part is?”

“There are a lot of fucked-up parts in this mess. Narrow it down for me,” Ghost said.

“She probably thinks we're never going to see her again,” Hammer breathed.

Ghost smiled. “Yeah.”

“She has no fucking clue who she's dealing with,” Hammer growled.

“Nope.” Ghost glanced toward Larry. The skeleton stared back at them from the corner. “You think Monster will notice if I throw that thing in the dumpster?”

“He'll notice,” Hammer grumbled.

“It would be worth the ass-kicking to not have to look at that thing anymore,” Ghost said.