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CHAPTER17
BRAD
“What more can we do?”
I stare at the people who gave life to my fiancé, and my hatred for them grows. When I set out to take over the church, I had no idea how much trouble would be brought into my life. But I can’t stop now, not when I’m so close.
“You can find her!” I shout.
“Brad, we’ve tried,” Mrs. Simpson insists, twisting her hands nervously. “But Violet is a grown woman who cle—”
“She’s a goddamned spoiled brat,” I snap. “And if she’s not at the altar, I’m taking her absence out of your hides.”
“How do you suggest we find her?” Mr. Simpson asks. “The police have no leads, and they’re the experts.”
It enrages me that the police had to get involved, but after I returned to Violet’s apartment and found her missing, there was no other option. Of course, I had to play the worried and grieving fiancé, which made me want to vomit, but I pulled it off beautifully.
“If you can’t find her via the obvious channels, I suggest you start thinking outside the box.”
“Outside the box?” Mrs. Simpson repeats.
“Yes, outside the damn box,” I snap.
“I’m not sure how we’re supposed to do that.”
I heave a sigh. Ruth and George Simpson are not this stupid. Anyone who manages to amass the empire they’ve got has to have at least one brain cell between them.
Maybe the cell is on vacation.
Fortunately, all of mine are intact, which means Iwillachieve my goal.
I take a deep breath before spelling it out for them.
“If the good guys can’t get the job done, maybe try finding some bad guys who can.”
CHAPTER18
VIOLET
As soon asFort changed the channel and started taunting Lock again, Cece and I sat down to watch the show. The entire time, I could feel split seconds where Grim’s scrutinizing gaze seared a hole into my flesh.
Watching Grim storm out of the room, practically knocking over Abyss and Malice in the process, was more painful than I could have anticipated. I don’t know what made him so angry, but facial expressions don’t lie. He was royally pissed.
He knows you’re trouble, that you’re going to get him and his friends hurt. It’s time to go home and pay the piper.
“Cece, can you take me back?”
“Why do you want to go back?” Cece asks, confused. “You haven’t even been out of your room for an hour yet. Are you getting sore?”
I nod but keep silent. Cece stands from her perch on Soul’s lap and leans back down so he can take her mouth.
“Be right back, babe,” she promises after breaking the kiss.
As we walk down the hallway, my mind races with different scenarios I can use to possibly explain my absence to my parents, but nothing I come up with will work. I don’t know how to explain how my car was wrecked, how I got all my injuries, or why I haven’t reached out to them.
I need to go home. That’s the only solution.
Luckily, I don’t have anything to pack. I just need my phone and a ride.
