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Staring down into my drink,I try to ignore the pang in my chest. Violet is gone, and Soul hates me.
Life’s a fucking son of a whore.
As soon as I lift the glass to my lips, my Prez runs into the common room, catching my attention. His face is ashen, and his eyes are full of fear.
“Club’s on lockdown!” he shouts.
He also signs, so I guess I should be grateful he’s not completely writing me off.
Abandoning my whiskey, I get to my feet and stride toward him. Malice abandons his pool game and joins us.
“What’s going on?” he asks Soul.
Soul holds his cell in his hand and shakes it. “Just got a call from Justin. After church ended, I sent them to keep an eye on Jez and Violet, but they were too late.”
My shoulders tense, and I narrow my eyes. “Too late for what?”
“There was an accident.” His face hardens. “They found Jez’s Charger smashed on the side of the road, and she was alone and unresponsive.”
My heart shatters into a million pieces at the thought of a world without Jez, but then all of his words sink in. “She was alone?”
He nods.
“Where the fuck was Violet?” I demand.
“I…” He shakes his head as if to dispel all negative thoughts. “I don’t know, brother. I ordered Asher to stay with Jez until the ambulance got there, and Justin is searching for Violet. Until we know what the fuck happened, the club is on lockdown.”
Reaching behind my back, I pull out my gun and double-check that it’s loaded. Satisfied that it is, I return it to my waistband.
“I’m going to find Violet,” I sign.
“No, Grim, you—” His phone lights up, and he answers it. I focus on his lips. “Stay with her… Yes, I’m on my way.” He glances at me, scowling. “Yeah, yeah, he is too. Malice will be here to monitor lockdown.” He nods. “Tell her I love her and keep me posted.” When he disconnects the call, he begins to sign again. “I’ve gotta go to the hospital. I don’t know if…” He swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing with emotion. “I gotta get the fuck on the road.”
He races to the elevator, and I’m right behind him. Malice remains behind, now in charge of all things at the clubhouse. Because of the lockdown, we won’t have any contact until, or if, we all return.
Don’t think like that.
When we reach the garage, we each race for our Harley’s. I pull out my cell and send a quick text to Violet with the hope that I’ll get a response.
This has to be a giant clusterfuck of a misunderstanding.
Me: You okay?
Knowing I’ll feel my phone vibrate, I don’t wait for a response. As I tuck the device back into my cut, Soul tears out of the garage, surging through the desert. Less than a minute later, I do the same.
Where are you? Where do I go?
Violet could be anywhere. Hell, she could have been thrown from Jez’s car and just hasn’t been found yet.
No. Justin and Asher would have searched for her.
Maybe she’s just fine and went to get help.
Yeah, yeah, that’s it.
Even as I think it, my gut tells me I’m wrong. So very wrong.
But I’ve gotta start somewhere, and her apartment is as good a place as any. Pointing my Harley in that direction, the seconds and miles tick by agonizingly slow. I’ve always lived life to the fullest, pushed past the boundaries of what’s considered normal, but the thought of losing Violet and Jez… I’ll give it all up just for them to be okay.
