Ace jumps to his feet. “On it, Prez.”
I follow him outside and pause, checking the line of motorcycles parked outside the clubhouse.
Rook’s Harley-Davidson Sportster is gone.
Taking my cell from my pocket, I swipe the screen until it pulls up his name. I hit call and place it to my ear. It doesn’t even ring, but goes straight to voicemail. “Call me when you get this,” I say. “It’s urgent.”
If he’s blocking my calls, surely, he’ll respond to a message saying something is urgent, when he’s waiting on news about Camile.
Ace has stridden on ahead of me.
“Hey, can you try calling Rook? He’s not answering.”
Ace pauses and glances back over his shoulder at me. Concern dims his eyes. “You don’t think he’s gotten himself in trouble, do you?
“Nah, he’s most likely off sulking, but I was probably a bit hard on him. I know he cares for Camile.”
“Yeah,” Ace says, “we all do.”
Is he including me in that? I want to grab him and yell in his face that this isn’t going to work. Not all four of us, and her. It doesn’t make any fucking sense. Plus, I’ve never given Camile even a hint that I might like her. If anything, I’ve been a fucking asshole to her, just like I’ve been to Rook.
I sigh and drag my hand down my face. Maybe I am just a fucking asshole.
How will she react when she learns I’ve been spyingon her with cameras in the house? That I watched her with Ace and Rook last night? She’s not going to want me anywhere near her, and I can’t say I blame her.
Or maybe she won’t find out. Jack hasn’t mentioned them again. He hasn’t told me to get rid of them. Okay, so he was seriously pissed, but I think the fact that those cameras showed us what happened when she was taken, there’s an argument to be made for keeping them. When we get her back—because wewillget her back—she can just move back into the house, and if I can persuade Jack it’s for her safety, I’ll simply keep watch on her. She doesn’t have to know.
Ace and I pull a few men together to wait for the Numbnuts. They don’t have many fans in the MC, and everyone we ask is willing to help.
Soon enough, we hear their bikes approach, and the main gates rattle open. We make sure we’re in the way so they can’t get past as they draw their bikes to a halt.
Eddy removes his helmet. “What’s going on, guys?”
Since I’m the highest rank here, I speak first. “Jack wants to see you in the cafeteria.”
“What? Why?”
I’d been hoping we could convince them to walk themselves into the fucking chiller, but they already look spooked. No wonder. They’re guilty as hell. What the fuck had they been thinking?
“You don’t get to ask questions.”
Several of the other men surround their bikes, ensuring they can’t take off again. Slowly, the three men climb off.
I jerk my head. “Come on, let’s go.”
Eddy’s eyes widen in fear. “I don’t know what you think we’ve done, but we haven’t.”
“What is it we might think you’ve done, Eddy?” Ace asks, hooking an arm around his shoulders and propelling him toward the cafeteria.
We grab Duke and Paulie.
“Err… nothing,” Eddy blurts.
“Where’s your cell, Eddy?” Ace presses.
Eddy’s eyes flash. “I dunno. I guess I left it in the cafeteria this morning.”
“That’s right, you did. Not your smartest move, but then I never did take you for one of the smart ones. You know that cell phone security isn’t what it’s cracked up to be. In fact, it’s pretty easy to get into one.”
