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“I don’t, Douglas. Tell me what’s going on and why we’re here, please,” I beg.
I make sure to add that despairing plea to my voice so he understands just how desperate I am. His lips twitch into a cocky smirk, and I press my own together as I wait for him to enlighten me on exactly what’s happening here.
“We’re not finished with our little outing,” he begins. I squeeze Kiplyn’s hand, trying to keep from crying all over again as he continues. “Next stop is Henli’s place.”
“But why?” I ask.
“You’ll see.”
That is all I get. And fifteen minutes later, we’re loaded into Douglas’s car, baby and all. I do not feel any better about this situation at all.
In fact, I feel worse.
ChapterTwenty-Eight
AGONY
“Where the fuck is my woman?”I demand as I slam my hands down on the desk.
Legacy is sitting in his chair, leaning back as if this is no fucking big deal. He’s got his hand cupping his chin, running it back and forth like he’s fucking thinking about something, but he better only be thinking about murdering Douglas and where to find him so I can kill him—slowly.
“Legacy,” I snap.
He drops his hand, his eyes finding mine, and clears his throat. “I don’t know where they are. Don’t have a fucking clue. I was trying to figure out how to get a group of men to look for her, but we can’t do that until tomorrow after we get this shit with Logan, the women, and the buyers handled.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” I ask. “What about the Hell’s Souls?”
“They’re with us,” he murmurs.
Shaking my head once, I stand up straight, narrowing my gaze at him as I stare, unbelieving that this shit is happening. “You know that she’s an old lady, yeah?”
Legacy doesn’t speak right away, but Roadkill takes a step forward from behind me. I’ve forgotten who’s in this room. My attention is on my president and only my president. He doesn’t look away from me either. This feels very much like a standoff, but it shouldn’t be.
We pull out all the stops for old ladies. It’s just the fucking way it’s done. Otherwise, why fucking claim one? The anger and frustration are bubbling up inside of me, and I’m on the verge of taking it out on everyone in this room.
I inhale a deep breath and hold it for a moment before I let it out slowly. Roadkill speaks. His voice and tone are even when he does, his eyes narrowing as he stares straight at Legacy.
“What the fuck do you know?” he demands. “Because this shit, this behavior, is not normal. You know something.”
Legacy presses his lips together. “Douglas is part of the whole thing.”
“The… whole… thing?” I ask. The only words I’m able to get out of my mouth, and they come out slowly and almost stuttered.
“We think he’s one of the buyers. Charley came to me a couple days ago, said he beat the fuck out of Justin while looking for Reese. He looked into him, got some info, and has a feeling he could be the big buyer.”
“You’re just now telling me because?”
Legacy stands, and I think he’s going to turn away from me and ignore me or whatever the fuck he’s doing. This is some shady-ass shit, and I’m about done with the way he’s taking his fucking sweet-ass time with it.
Clearing my throat, I cross my arms over my chest and look down my nose at him, waiting impatiently for him to say or do something. He runs his fingers through his hair and lets out a grunt.
“I didn’t think it would matter. I figured we’d get this shit done tomorrow, and that would be that. Now Reese is missing.”
“Reese, who is pregnant with my baby,” I remind him through gritted teeth.
He jerks his chin. “Yes, Reese, who is pregnant.”
The sound of a fist banging down on the door causes all of us to jump and turn to face it. “Come in,” Legacy growls, though we simultaneously reach for our guns and have them at the ready when the door opens and Itch stands there, his hands balled into fists at his sides.
