“You put a tracker on her phone?”
“Fuck yeah, just until this shit was sorted.”
I open the app and try to locate her; her last known location was at her Nana's house across town. My gaze is drawn to Reign and when our eyes lock, I speak.
“Her Nana's house.”
He growls and accelerates as we approach the location.
When we finally arrive at the abandoned home that we both know all too well, we leap out of the car, and Reign rushes directly to the wooden front door before lifting his leg and booting through it. As he storms inside, something on the gravel to my right catches my eye, and I stride toward it. When I come to a stop, I find Charley’s phone shattered on the ground, and my stomach drops.He has fucking got her.I lean down to scoop it up just as Reign rushes out of the house, shouting behind me.
“She's not fucking here; there's cash all over a bed and her bag is here, but—”
I slowly turn around to face him from a distance, holding up her destroyed phone and his eyes expand as he looks at it before returning to mine. His eyes darken with anger before he lets out a loud roar then pounds his massive fist into a brick wall, forcing it to crumble beneath the blow. I watch as he yanks his snapback off his head and tears at his hair, also feeling powerless and furious, until he dashes toward his car.
“Start fucking calling people!”
On the way to the city, I call everyone we know who might be able to help, but at the end of the long list, I smack my phone down onto the dash with a yell.
“No one is fucking helping!”
Reign's head swings around to face me, and he shouts fiercely.
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
“They are saying they've been fucking ordered not to get involved!”
I don't think I have ever seen Reign more enraged, and he grits his teeth, his hands tightening around the steering wheel as he gazes forward.
“Our fucking pa’s.”
He immediately accelerates the car again, and I notice right away.
“Where the fuck are we going?”
His jaw tenses as he responds, his focus staying locked on the highway.
“There's only one motherfucker who is capable of overthrowing everyone and everything in this city.”
Istep out of my car and charge toward the club's entrance as soon as I park outside, completely ignoring the bustling streets of NYC.
A security guard steps in front of me when I try to enter, and I am outraged because I recognize him, and he clearly knows who the fuck I am. I enter his space, gazing down at him through furious eyes with my fists tight beside me, since he is slightly shorter than me but of similar physique.
“Sorry, Reign, Mr Hayes is in an important business meeting right now.”
My jaw clenches, ready to break his fucking face and I respond with sealed teeth.
“You either move out of my way, you stupid fuck, or I will be moving through you.”
Chaos's palm slaps down on my tense shoulder, snapping me out of my fighting stance.
"Chill, big man.”
I cast a sidelong glance at him as he raises his chin to the security guy.
“Could you let him know we're here?”
He looks between us, exhaling hard before turning around and we both wait impatiently for him to dial Arlo’s phone number.
