AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Did you not hear what I said about my mom marrying one of the Fultons? The president’s brother? Colt would burn your entire MC to the ground to keep me safe for my mom’s sake.”
“Hopefully it won’t come to that.”
“Yeah, I would hate to be the reason for a war.”
“Then let’s get this over with. Give me over your phone and put your hands behind your back.”
“Fine,” he huffs before he slides the phone toward me. I slip it into my pocket while he comes around the counter, then turns around like a good boy so I can zip-tie his wrists together.
“There. Let’s go,” I say as I grab his arm to steer him out the door to the waiting van. “And while we’re driving back to Clayton, you can tell me everything you know about RJ, starting with his phone number.” If all this ends peacefully and we don’t hurt the kid, maybe there’s still a chance to get him into my bed.
“Okay, but can I at least lock up the shop before we go so RJ won’t get robbed?”
“Sorry, can’t do that. If it’s locked up, the Kings won’t know you left involuntarily,” I tell him.
“But my car will still be here!”
“Yeah, and they’ll think you walked down the street somewhere, so it’s a no on the lockup.”
“Fuck,” the kid grumbles.
“How long until he’s back? The truth?”
He shrugs. “Half an hour, maybe less. He just went to get us lunch.”
“How about this. I’ll park and wait down the street to make sure nobody fucks with the place until he gets back, then we’re out of here?”
“Thanks. It would suck for RJ to get screwed.”
“Oh, I really hope he’s going to get screwed,” I tell him with a mile-wide grin. “But he doesn’t need to be robbed too.”
CHAPTEREIGHT
RJ
“Yo, Jordan! I’m back with lunch. Got you a double cheeseburger,” I call out as I walk through the garage since he wasn’t behind the front counter in the office.
I pull out our food and put it on the flimsy table in the storage room we eat at, sitting on foldout chairs. The meeting room table is nicer, but I know my brothers would be pissed if we fuck up the engraved Savage Kings table.
Sitting down, I pop a fry into my mouth and reach for another while I wait for him a few more minutes in case he’s using the restroom.
When it’s been ten minutes without a sign of him, I go searching.
The bathroom door is open, and it’s empty. He’s not in the garage under any cars or inside of them napping. It wouldn’t be the first time if he was. And after doing two walks around the entire building and checking his car to see if he’s napping in it, I start to worry.
Something’s not right.
Jordan is a good employee. He wouldn’t willingly walk off and leave the place unlocked or not call or text me to say he was heading out for an emergency.
I call his cell phone, and it keeps going straight to voicemail. I try calling every business in town, starting at Greer’s, to casually ask if anyone’s seen Jordan.
Nobody has. Everyone thought he was working today.
I look over the front door and counter to see if he left any notes, but unless one got blown away, there’s nothing.
For the rest of the afternoon, I pace around, trying to think about what else I can do to find him from here, unable to eat or work while I wait for the kid to come back. I don’t want to leave in case he shows up.
Fucking hours go by as I nearly pull my hair out, waiting with the shop phone in one hand and my cell in the other, calling Jordan over and over again on the cell while using the business phone to let clients know I’m running behind on their jobs. The delays could cost me a customer or two, but I don’t really give a shit right now. There are more important things to worry about, like where the hell is Jordan!
