One week without my hummingbird.
I was dying inside.
I missed her. I missed Ellis. I missed Evan being himself. I missed Anson.
Fuck, I missed my life.
I stared up at my ceiling, unable to sleep despite being so exhausted. Evan and Anson had gone to bed in the other bedroom, and Ryder was still staying in the third bedroom. He kept getting headaches, and the docs said it was normal for now, but he did have to go in next week for a check-up. He spent most of his time on his laptop, researching. I had to hand it to him. He was taking this seriously, and honestly, I’d noticed little changes in him over the last few weeks. I wanted to address it with Anson, but I wasn’t sure if now was the right time.
I grabbed my phone off my nightstand and opened my photos. I smiled as I stared at the images of Rosalie and me together. She was smiling in all of them.
“Hummingbird,” I murmured, looking into her pretty green eyes. “Come home, baby. We miss you.”
I kissed her image gently before hugging the phone to my chest. I had so many regrets in my life, but I’d worked my ass off to try to right what I could.
But if we didn’t find her, I’d never be able to right the regret that was tearing me apart inside.
The one where I was scared and didn’t ask to marry her sooner. Now I may never get the chance. It was making me sick to think about.
Typically, when I was missing her, I’d pull up one of the hidden images of her I had. She’d posed for me in them, nude. I’d jerk my cock until I came, but there was no fucking way I could get off right now.
I sat up and went to the floor-to-ceiling windows in my bedroom and stared out at the dark city below.
She was out there. Somewhere. I knew she was.
I backed away, grabbed some clothes, and put them on quickly.
No rest for the wicked, and I was definitely wicked.
“Thanks for coming out,”I said as Levin slid into my front seat later that night.
“Well, beats listening to Fallon snoring,” he muttered. “What’s the plan?”
“I want to follow up on a lead we had. An Ivanov lackey.”
“Perfect. I still hate those cunts.”
I pulled the car onto the street and drove to the club I’d heard the lead named Kyle hung around.
“How’s the search for Rosalie going?” he asked.
I shook my head. “Nothing. Dead ends, mostly.”
“We haven’t heard anything either, or I’d have called. Dom has guys out right now checking things out.”
I nodded. I appreciated that.
“Enzo said E has been spending time with you guys. How’s that going?”
I shrugged. “He’s OK.”
“He’s a good guy. Been through a lot. Don’t give him a hard time. He really has his shit together these days.”
“I know,” I murmured.
Levin was quiet for a moment. “You guys going to let him join you?”
“Have to find our woman first,” I muttered.
