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“You able to track her phone?”
Lucky nodded slowly. “Yeah. Shit. You think somethin’ happened?”
“I don’t know,” I answered truthfully, “but Sasha is missing.”
Lucky turned to one of the club whores and beckoned her over. “You see Cindi and Sasha earlier?”
Snooki smiled. “Sure. They went to the store a few hours back. Must have gotten caught up in shopping. I haven’t seen them since.”
“What about the other cookies?”
Snooki frowned. “No. Everything okay?”
Suddenly nauseous, I felt the room spin a little. This couldn’t be happening. Not again.
Suraya disappeared the same way. A ghost in the night. Gone before I had a chance to say goodbye. Fate couldn’t be putting me through this hell again. No fuckin’ way.
Grim noticed my panic. “Hey, chill, my brother. We’ll find them. I promise.”
There was no way that I could answer that sentence without whining like a little bitch, so I didn’t. My entire body was coiled with tension and I felt like a rubber band pulled so tight it was about to snap.
“Here, let me track her phone.” Lucky’s thumbs were flying over his device as I fought the urge to punch something. He was so drunk he wasn’t making any progress.
“Let’s go to Xenon.”
Grim led the way, entering a hidden room down the main corridor that Xenon used as his own personal voyeur station. Computers, monitors, and electrical equipment covered a large table and the wall in front of us. It was like watching an episode of NCIS or some shit.
“What’s the deal?” Xenon asked, sensing something was up.
“Need you to locate Cindi’s cell and the SUV she borrowed.”
“Give me a minute.”
It took him only about thirty seconds to find both.
“Hey, it’s not far. I know both locations.”
“They aren’t together?” I asked stupidly, confused.
“No. They’re about fifty miles apart.” He wrote down the addresses. “The cell phone pinged here, and the SUV is there. Neither is moving and from what I can tell, they haven’t for hours.”
Shit. That wasn’t good news.
Snatching the piece of paper from Xenon’s hand, I lifted my chin in thanks. “Let’s move,” I roared, running for the front of the clubhouse and my bike.
The bitter December wind slapped me full in the face as soon as I was outside, but I welcomed the sting. The pain was a reminder that life was unpredictable, and you had to seize the moments that mattered by the balls. Something I had forgotten until now.
Rows of bikes filled the lot as well as dozens of trucks and SUVs outside the auto repair shop we owned next door. Snow flurries blew around in the air as I mounted my hog, glancing up at the twinkling lights that dangled outside the entrance of the Crossroads. The clubhouse seemed so serene, a hulking giant of a monster doused in whimsical colors and icicle strands while a pre-lit inflatable Santa on a motorcycle revved an imaginary engine with a sack of puffy presents. Cindi put it up last week for all of the member’s kids.
A sudden rush of memories surfaced but it wasn’t Suraya that occupied my thoughts. Sasha and the night we met in the snow outside of the Blacktop, the feel of her warm body in my arms, the lingering scent of cinnamon, and the sweet taste of her arousal. She was my sugar-coated fantasy. My holiday dessert topped with honey-flavored cream.
A gift that I didn’t deserve.
Suppressing a growl, I left the parking lot like the hounds of hell were riding my ass.
Sasha had to be safe. She had to . . . because I was gonna murder Acid and every last one of those fuckin’ Scorpions if she wasn’t. And I didn’t give a damn if I had to go rogue or what Grim would say about it.
Chapter 13 – Sasha
