39. Mason
39
Mason
T here’s no sense in telling Davina to calm down. She’s hysterical and I can’t say I blame her. Collin took Charlie right out of my damn clubhouse. No, he didn’t walk in and personally do it. It had to be Marco. There’s no other explanation.
“Davina, baby, I need you to listen to me.”
“We have to find him! We have to find him, Mason!”
“Listen to me. We planned for this.”
Her breath catches. “What does that mean?”
“Me and Charlie. We planned for something like this to happen. We planted an air tag in his shoes. Collin won’t see it. We’ll track him and he’ll lead us right to Collin.”
She frowns but that frown quickly turns into anger. “You used my son as bait?”
“That’s not what happened.”
“How could you do that? What? Collin wasn’t going for me being the bait so you decided to use Charlie instead?”
“Charlie came to me, Davina. He wanted to be used as bait to help the club.”
“And you went along with it? He’s a kid, Mason!”
“I told him no but felt it was best to protect him somehow, in case something like this happened. Do you honestly think I would put Charlie in danger?”
Davina starts crying again and I wrap my arms around her.
“I will get him back. I promise.”
She nods. “I’m going with you.”
I furrow my brow. The last thing I need is to be worried about her, too. “Not happening.”
She stands up, wiping her tears away. “I dare you to try and stop me.”
“I’m going too,” Sloan says. Of course, Allie and Peppermint follow suit. Skylar is the only one who doesn’t pitch in, which is understandable.
“The Harlots can help and you need all the help you can get.”
“No. I’m not putting anyone else’s life in danger. This is my war.”
“Which makes it our war,” Davina states.
“There’s no point in arguing with you, is it?” I ask.
“What do you think?”
“Fine,” I concede. “Grab any weapons and ammunition you can find. Ladies, you follow my orders without question.”
“Let’s go get my son.”