Page 83 of Good Girls Beg

Fade would serve up a smart ass response, but I didn't give a shit. He wasn't here right now.

Confident no one was in my room, I grabbed the key from the dresser.

It wasn't where I left it. Judging by its placement, it was tossed there in a hurry.

I glanced toward the bedroom door, glaring in the general direction of Hel and Fade, wherever they were. Probably in Hel's office.

Yes, Hel owned the place, but if either of them were in here without asking me, I was going to be pissed off. A guy was entitled to his privacy.

I slid the key into the lock and opened the basement door. Already knowing what I'd find.

"Fuck."

I left the door open and hurried out of the room. What did it matter if I closed it now?

"Hel?" I trotted to his office and shoved the door open with my shoulder.

Fade was on his knees, his mouth around Hel's cock. Hel grunted as he came down Fade's willing throat.

If I wasn't so pissed off, I would have been turned on. Shit, I was both. Angry and aroused. Fuck my life.

"He's gone," I said. "Did one of you let the prick out of the basement?"

They both stared at me before Hel shoved Fade away. He rose and tucked his cock back into his pants.

"Neither of us let him out," Hel said. He pushed past us both and headed into the kitchen. "Shannon, we had a guest."

"I'm aware," she said. "I figured you wanted that extra lunch for someone." She looked like she didn't give a shit. Of course not, she wasn't paid to ask questions. She wouldn't have if she was. The crap we got up to? She left us to it. Plausible deniability and all that.

"He's gone," I said.

She shrugged and went on pulling plates out of the dishwasher to put them back in the cabinet. "Don't know anything about it. I haven't seen anyone around today until now."

"What about Teddie?" Hel demanded.

"No idea." Shannon started putting away the coffee cups.

Before anyone could say another word, I turned and bolted out of the kitchen. I took the stairs two at a time, coming to a stop outside her bedroom. The door was open. Even before I checked the bathroom and the wardrobe, I knew no one was there.

"Why the fuck would she let him out?" Fade asked. He stared past me, mouth open like he was trying to catch flies. Or cock.

I didn't answer. I pulled up the feed for the camera in my bedroom and watched the last hour on fast forward. Teddie sneaking past, into the basement. Her and that prick coming out. She looked pale. Shaken.

"Fuck," I whispered. "We need to find her."

"Piece of cake," Fade said, more smug than usual. He pulled himself together fast. I had to give him credit for that. “Her new car has a tracking chip enabled."

He pulled out his own phone. "Looks like she's at the ice cream parlor having a snack."

"That snack better not be that asshole's cock," Hel growled. He stepped into the pantry, emerging a few moments later with guns in his hands. He handed one to Fade and one to me before tucking his into the back of his pants.

I did the same and glanced at him, but had nothing to say. This whole situation had gone south far too fast. We were supposed to be dealing with this piece of shit, not letting him run off with our woman. If he touched a hair on her head, I was going to rip off his fucking hand and hit him with it. Then I was going to cut off his cock and shove it down his throat. Then… I'd think of something.

"I'll drive." Fade was at the back door before any of us could respond.

Knowing he'd leave without us if we let him, Hel and I were right behind.

I barely had time to put on my seatbelt before Fade gunned the engine, speeding down the driveway and away from the house in a squeal of tires.