Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 69610 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69610 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
I follow her down the massive halls and to a whole other section of the house. She opens the door and we step inside. Her eyes dart to me a few times, and when we enter a massive fucking dining room, she points to a man sitting by the window, staring out. I nod at her and make my way over, not giving him any warning. He turns when he hears me approach and his mouth parts and he skitters backward in his chair.
“Calm down,” I mutter, crossing my arms. “Not here to hurt you, though I’d fuckin’ like to, so don’t push me. I’m here about Amalie.”
“I retracted my statement,” he stammers.
I take a good look at his face. The photo they printed was far worse. His face now is scarred, but it isn’t terrible. His features are still intact. He’s the opposite of anything I’d have ever pictured Amalie falling for, but then I’m sure her family wouldn’t have expected her to fall for a biker, so who am I to judge.
Still, the urge to knock this little fucker out of his chair is strong.
I refrain.
“I know you fuckin’ did, I’m not here for that. Fuck me you people are paranoid.”
His mouth opens, and then closes. “Why are you here then?”
“I’m here because Amalie is missin’, and I want to know if you have any idea where she might be?”
“Missing?” he says, eyes getting wide.
“Don’t act like you care about her, we both know you fuckin’ don’t. Never deserved a girl as pure as her, so wipe the shit and answer my question.”
“I do care about her ...”
I lean forward, grabbing his jacket with both of my hands and raising him out of his chair. He makes a spluttering sound, but I talk over him. “Listen to me, you cock sucker. I don’t have time for your pathetic bullshit lies. You and I both know the truth of what happened, Amalie told me all of it. Now, as I said, I’m not here to discuss that. I’m here to discuss my girl, the one who is missin’. Trust me when I say I’d fuckin’ burn anythin’ that gets in my way when it comes to her, so you either tell me if you know anythin’ or I’ll make you tell me if you know anythin’. Choice is yours.”
I lower him back onto his chair and he stares up at me, horrified, but he doesn’t break. Strong. Good for him.
“I don’t know where she is, that’s the truth.”
“You haven’t had any visitors since that article, nothin’ out of the ordinary? Phone calls? Letters?”
“Well, yeah, but none of them have been concerning Amalie. Most have been concerning sharing my story further.”
Weasel.
I’d like to punch him just for breathing right now, but I won’t, because fuck, my girl is out there somewhere, and I need to find her.
“I find out you’re lyin’ to me, I’ll be back, and you won’t like what I do to you then. We clear?”
“Clear.”
“You’re certain there is nothing else?”
“I’m certain.”
“Then I’ll leave you to it,” I mutter, turning and walking towards the door. When I reach it, I look back at him. “Oh, and Caiden? You ever fuckin’ hurt my girl like that again, I will personally make sure you regret the day you were born.”
He nods.
I walk out of the massive house and pull out my phone, calling Mason.
“Yo, Prez.”
“Nothin’ here, tell me you got fuckin’ somethin’ out of the leads from that phone?”
“No location, but did get the name of his second in charge. Huntin’ information on that fucker now.”
“Call me if you find out, I’ll get hold of Maverick.”
“On it.”
My chest tightens, and I try to push my thoughts away from what Amalie is probably going through right at this second. The fucking thought of what that low life piece of shit could be doin’ to her makes my stomach turn. But she needs me. I have to put that aside and find her. I call Maverick.
“Tell me you’ve got somethin’,” I say as soon as he answers.
“Actually, I do,” he tells me. “An old housemate of his gave us some information after we gave him incentive to talk.”
In other words, they flogged him until he opened his mouth. That’s exactly how I need it to be until we get the information we need to get my girl back.
“Got a location?”
“Got several that he has been, or might be, hangin’ out at. Two houses on the outskirts of town, and an old abandoned warehouse about half an hour away. Might not be at any of them, but it’s a start. We’re holdin’ his little friend until we get hold of him, make sure he doesn’t give him a heads up we’re comin’.”
“Good, meet you at the club in ten. We’ll separate, cover all three locations. Load up on weapons, as many as you can find. Don’t imagine Trey works alone. Five men go to each place, I want Koda and I want Mason. The other two, you can pick. Have it ready.”