Surely she couldn’t have gone far. . .
I fucking loathed myself that the first place I went was to her douchebag ex’s house.
If she had gone to Perry’s because of something I’d said, I should hang up my cut in shame because I was no kind of man.
But her car wasn’t there.
Nor in any of the other streets I rode down. Nor down any of the country roads. And I knew my territory damn well.
What if that goddamn clunker had broken down somewhere and Polly was lying injured in a ditch?
I couldn’t stop, scanning every wooded roadside, every ditch, going down every side road.
What had happened to her?
Every so often I’d see Legends MC riding, covering every street and cross-street.
But hours later, there was still no sign of her.
And I had to face the facts.
I had no idea how to find Polly quickly.
And Ineededto find her quickly.
My back was aching and I’d gone so long without eating that I was feeling dizzy and nauseated, but I ignored it to traverse the main streets of the city one more time, scanning the coffee shops and stores. What if she was sitting in one of them all sniffling because she thought I was angry at her?
My hands were shaking with low blood sugar by the time I finally pulled into the Shop.
I needed to eat but it felt like anything I choked down was coming back up.
“Any sign of her?” Uncle asked.
“No.”
Fizz had just come back himself, and he snapped open a cold beer.
“Prez, you know a woman like that could be snapped up by any MC. Don’t make many women like that anymore.”
Irritation stabbed my gut. Was I getting an ulcer?
“I don’t think Polly is going to go work for another MC.”
But I knew that. Not only did they never make women like her anymore, but there wasno onelike her.
I went inside and began to call all the hospitals in the area.
Had a woman come in—curly brown hair—glasses—pretty face—42 years old—prettiest girl in the world?
But no, no one of Polly’s description had come in or been brought it.
My chest rose and fell, and I kicked the wall of the clubhouse as hard as I could with my boot.
“Where thefuckdid she go?” I roared.
I forced some jerky down and tried to think.
I might need—something I disliked.Technology.
