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Shit, I didn’t like that.
“Just wait for me, okay?”
She stood, one hand on the wall as she slid her foot into her shoe. Her eyes focused on my face, and I prayed she’d understand how serious I was. Giving me a sweet smile, she nodded.
“Okay, I’ll wait.”
Once her shoes were on, she stepped forward and kissed me. Something in my chest churned, but I pushed it down. Dating the daughter of Simon Stone was never going to feel normal, and I likely would never stop worrying about her. When I married her, and we had kids, that worry would double or triple. But as I watched her walk out the door, I knew deep in my bones, to my very marrow, that I wouldn’t want it any other way. I’d wage war for that girl. I’d go to hell and pick a fight with the devil if I had to. In every scenario, she was on my mind. How to keep her, how to love her, how to make her mine.
Nothing would ever change that.
* * *
The day passed with nothing but fuckup and after fuckup.
My boss had called in sick, so I was in charge. We had a few oil changes on the schedule, but then there was an accident down on Fir Street, and all three vehicles were towed to our shop. Because we were down a member, and the other two employees were still new, it fell to me to assess the cars so the insurance companies would have their quotes. It was frustrating, and the heat didn’t help. I was sweaty and annoyed by the end of the day, and all I wanted was to see my girlfriend and take her to that favorite food truck of hers that sold the mango-flavored street tacos.
I was supposed to head right over to Callie’s work to meet up with her, but I texted her to meet me at home instead.
By the time I was finally off work, I noticed she’d replied to my text
over an hour ago.
Callie: don’t be mad, but I got off early and wanted to surprise you with something. I’m already here, browsing the farm store. Love you, hurry up so we can eat.
Fuck.
I had yet to even get a free moment to talk to her dad. I was hoping by the time I got home, she’d shower, and I’d slip outside to call him and run this by him or Killian, just to be sure. But perhaps, if things were bad, they had a tail on her.
I pressed her contact, hearing the phone ring while I started the truck. It went to voicemail after a few rings. I tried her again, this time it went to voicemail on the third ring, which was suspicious or maybe it was an accident.
Still, I called again.
This time she picked up.
“Hello?” a female voice answered, but it wasn’t Callie.
“Hi…ugh, sorry, I’m trying to call Callie Stone?”
My foot was on the gas, pushing my truck faster toward home.
The female made some sort of sound, there was noise in the background then she came back on. “Sorry, I found this phone in the parking lot. I was trying to see who it might belong to here at the food trucks, but no one recognizes it. I can keep it here for you, if you know her.”
The rock that had been churning in my gut all day sank as fear gripped my chest.
I hung up and dialed Simon, almost on autopilot. My truck was flying down the road at a breakneck speed. I saw a few club members passing me, heading the wrong direction. I didn’t care. I had to keep going.
Simon didn’t answer.
“Fuck!” I threw my phone right as I rounded the dirt road leading to the club. I’d never sped down the road before because of the dirt it’d kick up. It was disrespectful, but right then, I didn’t care. I needed to find Callie.
I slid to a stop, hearing gravel spray as I pushed the gear up and parked.
“Simon!” I ran for the clubhouse right as Hamish was walking out. His eyes grew large and shocked as I ran past him.
“Where is Simon?” I shoved inside the door, seeing dazed club members and Red behind the counter, her eyes narrowed in concern.
“Where’s Killian? Fuck, I need someone. Callie is missing.”
