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“Boss,” Bunny hollered across the room. She was at the bar, pleading for me to help her carry the mountain of drinks threatening to plummet off her tray.
“Thank you,” she breathed out when I paused at her side, blinking down at the small black tray in disbelief. “There’s no way I can carry all of this by myself.”
She wasn’t wrong. Bunny was working a ten-man bachelor party at one of the larger booths just below the stairs leading up to VIP. There were over twenty drinks crammed together on this tiny ass receptacle.
“Don’t worry, Bunny, I’ve got you.”
I inched up on my toes and snatched an extra tray down from the shelf above the bar. One by one, I rounded up all the heavier drinks and followed behind Bunny as she led me across the club. I passed out the drinks and gave Bunny a polite nod as she thanked me.
“Still nothing on the truck?” Brady, one of the head bartenders asked when I returned.
I shook my head at him. “No, nothing.”
“Fuck,” he groused, his face pinched with agitation. “I don’t know what to do, man. Orders are piling in left to right. Pretty soon all we’re gonna have left is fruit juice and beer.”
“I know. I don’t understand why the truck didn’t come.”
“Have you called Damien?”
“Multiple times. He won’t answer the phone.”
“That unprofessional prick,” Brady hissed under his breath. “We’re fucking drowning over here and we need—”
“Hold that thought,” I abruptly demanded, digging for my personal cell stuffed deep into my side pocket when I felt the gentle vibrations against my leg. The burner phone finally came in today when I was leaving to head to the club. It was in my car. Hopefully my prayers would soon be answered so I could sneak out and call…
What the fuck?
A restricted number was calling me.
“I’ll be right back, Brady,” I called out to him. “I’m gonna try him again. If push comes to shove, I may have to make a store run.”
“I’ll help chip in on the cost if I need to. Damien’s gonna have to reimburse me though.”
That was an entirely different conversation I did not have the time for, so I just gave Brady a curt nod and raced near the back of the building, answering the call as soon as I walked out the back door and entered the alley.
“Uh, hello?”
“Oh, thank GOD,” a terrified, trembling voice wailed through the phone. “You’re alive! Where thefuckare you!?”
It took me a minute to make out the voice. “Rhett? Fuck, man, are you okay? What’s wrong?”
“It’s Samara!”
Those two words and the horrible crack in his voice had my heart falling deep into the pit of my stomach.
“Wh-what about Samara?” I swallowed hard, my curled fist at my side, shaking. “Please tell me she’s okay…”
“It-it’s Damien… Jace… He… He…” His voice trailed off and after a moment, he paused altogether, like whatever he was trying to tell me was way too fucking painful for him to get the words out.
“She-she’s not dead, is she?” My chest tightened, making it fretfully hard to breathe. “Please tell me that bastard didn’t kill her.”
It took Rhett another moment to fully get himself together. As he began explaining everything, his cries carrying with every other word, I had to grab ahold of the dumpster next to me to prevent myself from passing out. Bit by bit my face crumpleduntil I was all but curled into a fucking ball, weeping my eyes out.
“Wh-wh-where is she!?” I managed to stammer out, my guts twisting like a snake had wrapped around them and was squeezing the fucking life out of me.
“I-I don’t know. After it happened and she managed to get away, she just kept calling your name.Screaming it. She turned her phone off, Jace. Phantom said she passed by the club not even five minutes ago. You-you have to find her, Jace. You have to—”
“I’ll find her. I promise.” I hung up and one-handedly wiped my face, forcing myself to stand even though my legs were wobbling and on the verge of buckling again.
