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Chapter Nine
Cormac
Ican'tkeepmyfucking hands off Mischief, and she's more than willing to let me have my way with her at every available opportunity. Three days pass in a sex-fueled haze. As soon as clothes touch her perfect body, I'm removing them again, tearing them from her in my haste to bare her to my touch. It's a good goddamn thing I'm a millionaire because she already needs new shit.
We fuck all over the property. And it's still not enough to sate either one of us. It's still not enough to cool the fire burning between us. Every minute, I fall deeper under her spell. I find some new thing to love about her. Like her irrational disdain of Will Farrell movies. Or the fact that she cries when we watch Beauty and the Beast, only to swear that she had something in her eye. Or how she always sneaks scraps to Crash and then bats those lashes at me and pretends she has no idea what I'm talking about.
She's fierce and beautiful and lives her life fully outside the lines. I never want to give her up. I never want our bubble to pop. Yet far too soon, it does.
I check in with Mac for an update every morning. He's not thrilled that his daughter chose me. I think his daughter could choose Jesus and he'd be pissed about it. But what she said about him not trusting her rattled him. So he bites his tongue. Mostly. He did threaten to bury my body if I break her heart. He won't have to do it though. I'll cut out my own damn heart before I break hers.
The fourth morning after our visit to the Falls, my phone rings at the ass crack of dawn. I quickly silence it to keep from waking Mischief, and then roll out of bed, concerned when I see Mac's number on the display. He never calls me directly. We've been using Hacker's secure line all week as an extra safety precaution.
Crash lifts his head to look at me, and then decides to steal my spot in the bed. He plops down beside Bella with a grunt, closing his eyes. Damn spoiled dog.
"What’s up?" I ask, ducking out into the hallway to talk to Mac.
"Has Bella heard from Isla?" he growls, tension heavy in his voice. Threads of fear vibrate just below the surface, bringing me fully awake.
"No. They were supposed to talk yesterday but Isla ran out early. She said she had an appointment she forgot about. Why?" I ask.
"Motherfucker," Mac growls. "She's missing."
My stomach sinks like a fucking stone.
"What the fuck do you mean by missing?"
"I mean missing," he snaps. "She left in the middle of the night." His voice cracks. "She left a goddamn note on her pillow saying not to worry, and that she was safe. But her fucking phone is here. Her car is here. I can't track her."
"Jesus Christ," I breathe. Bella is going to freak out. The worst place for Isla right now is running around by herself. She looks too goddamn much like Bella. If the wrong people get their hands on her…. "What do you need?"
"Find my daughter," Mac rasps. "I don't care what it takes. Help me find my daughter."
I don't even hesitate. Bella is here with the MC and my men to protect her. Every last one of them will take a bullet before they let anyone hurt her. But losing her sister will destroy her in ways that can't ever be repaired. They share a bond that time doesn't heal.
"I'll be there by noon," I promise.
"Bella, baby," I whisper, running my hand down the side of her face. "Wake up."
"Go away, Tiny. It's too early for more sex," she mumbles, dragging my pillow closer. "Ask again in ten minutes."
I smile despite myself. She's too damn perfect. I don't want to tell her this. It's going to break her heart.
"Wake up, Mischief. Something happened."
I'm not sure if my words sink in or if something in my tone registers, but her lashes flutter. Those baby blues open, fixating on me.
"Is it bad?" she whispers.
I don't lie to her. I can't.
"I don't know."
She sighs and pulls herself up into a sitting position, dragging the covers with her. "Tell me," she says, as fearless as ever. Bella never wants the comforting lie. She'd rather have the hard truth, plainly spoken.
I hesitate anyway, pulling her into my lap before I give it to her. She rests her head on my shoulder, letting me comfort her even before she knows why.
