*Dawson's POV*
I had a lot on my mind with Harper's safety being my top priority. Sitting at my desk, I scrolled through the information Zeb had provided me earlier, detailing Harper's family. I didn't really see anything new that he or Harper hadn't already told me. I scratched my head, frustrated. I knew we would be dealing with them sooner or later and I needed to ensure we had the upper hand. That meant finding anything and everything I possibly could about the b******s.
Shifting back ever-so-slightly in my leather chair, I quickly dialed the familiar number, anxiously waiting for an answer.
"Hello?" My dad's deep, business-like voice came through the other line. I knew if anyone could help me, it was him. It was times like these that I appreciated his lifestyle now more than ever
