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He huffs out a breath as he pulls back and tugs it free from his jeans pocket. I don’t know what he reads on his screen, but that relaxed look he just had vanishes in an instant. His mouth, which was moments ago delivering soft kisses to me, is suddenly pulled into a snarl.
“I have to go,” he says abruptly, pulling away from me.
“Go where?”
I follow him to the door, not sure if I intend to stop him or attempt to go with him. He turns back to me, and I can see how much he’s struggling to keep his composure. “Stay here.”
“What’s going on?”
“Nothing for you to worry about. I’ll have the prospect run out and get you something to eat. Just tell him whatever you want.”
“You’re just leaving me here?”
I don’t know why I’m so surprised. I’ve been trapped in this room for a week with no sign of gaining my freedom, but for some reason, I’m panicked by the idea of being locked away again.
“I have to go.” It’s not an apology, but it is laced with regret.
“Rage, what’s going on?”
He winces, as if he is warring with himself to tell me the truth, but ultimately, I’ve not earned the right to that loyalty yet. “I’ll be back soon,” he assures me and leaves the room.
I stare at the door as he locks it from the other side, and once again, I’m alone.
CHAPTER8
RAGE
It takes everything I have to walk away from that room and Skye. My heart is pounding so fast, I can hardly breathe as I make my way through the clubhouse and into the common room.
Blackjack is waiting at the bar, and as soon as he notices me, he crooks two fingers, signalling I should come to him.
I cross the room, ignoring Heidi and Pia, who are sitting together with Sophia. I also ignore the other brothers who call for me to join them in a game of pool. My only focus is on Blackjack, and as soon as I’m close enough, I blurt out, “What does he know?”
Blackjack gives nothing away, but even so, I can read the tension in his shoulders that he hasn’t quite managed to hide.
“Not here,” he says and walks in the direction of the room the officers use for church.
Ain’t sure about going in there again. It’s not a place for a regular patch to be, but I follow my VP like an obedient dog because I need answers. His message has my stomach in a knot of fear that I’ve never experienced before.
I empty the contents of my pockets into the box outside the room, and as we step inside, I see Howler sitting in the seat at the head of the table. He signals for me to take the chair Terror used the last time I was here, and although it feels wrong, I do as I’m told.
Blackjack shuts the doors and sits opposite me.
“We knew this could happen,” Howler says before I can speak. I don’t know why he’s trying to calm me down because there’s nothing he can say that will do that. My heart is racing a mile a second.
“Does he know she’s here?”
“Hard to say,” he admits. “What I’m hearing from my contacts is he’s put a reward out for any news on his daughter. It’s going through some discrete channels, so it ain’t completely public knowledge, which tells me he’s bein’ careful about who knows, but he’s still askin’ this question, which ain’t good.”
Cold spreads through my veins. I wasn’t sure Richardson would give a fuck about Skye. I had convinced myself that he would just accept her disappearance and move on, but clearly, I underestimated him.
I should have listened to Skye.
She said he wouldn’t let her go, that he would hunt her for what she did. I guess she was right.
“What kind of reward?”
“A substantial amount of money for any information on her whereabouts.”
