Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 78566 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78566 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
“What kinds of videos?” I asked as a surge of relief flooded through me when the knot loosened. I was just quick enough to keep the rope from falling to the floor.
“The kinds where men use their whole hand, sometimes even their arm. You know… inside a woman,” she said, eyes alive.
Okay.
Maybe I wasn’t entirely correct in thinking Reggie was the most dangerous of the two of them.
He might have been a disgusting stalker and potential rapist.
But Lizzie was out of her goddamn mind.
Screw slow and careful.
I had to get the fuck out of there.
Even as the thought crossed my mind, though, I could hear the shower water cutting off.
“Oh, we’re going to have fun now!” Lizzie said, clapping her hands.
No.
No the absolute fuck we were not.
I had to get myself out of there.
Immediately.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Rowe
“Brooks, where the fuck…” Fallon started, but the smile immediately fell from his face.
And I knew.
I knew before it was even possible to know.
So did Malc who rushed over to cut the music, leaving everyone startled, looking over as he held up his hand and pointed to our president.
“When? How long of a head start do they have?”
“Someone took Billie,” Finn, who was standing close enough to his brother to hear the conversation on the phone announced.
There was an audible gasp around the room as the men rushed forward. And some of the girls too.
“Where? Okay. We’re on our way. We’re moving out,” Fallon announced. “Billie’s learning center. Now. We have no time to spare,” he added.
“You, Valen, Voss, Cary, Dezi, and the new chapter hang back,” he said, nodding toward me.
“No.” The word came out of me immediately, without thinking.
“I don’t have time to fucking argue with you. Stay. Go over the boxes. See if there is anything we might have missed.”
With that and nothing else, they were gone.
Before I could even move to do so, Slash was already going down into the basement to grab the boxes, coming running back up with them.
“Whoever knows Billie and her life best, look over these,” he demanded, spreading the notes and images around the table.
“We’ve all been over these,” Layna said, having arrived with Vi to hang out with Valen before the party really got going.
“Look again,” I growled, snatching one of the notes and pictures up, reading over the words once, twice, three times. But aside from the growing sick sensation in my stomach, there was nothing new to be gleaned from what was written.
“It has to be someone who’s taken one of her classes or something, right?” Vi asked. “That makes the most sense. Do you think there is a roster of those names somewhere?”
“If there is, it is at her apartment,” Layna said, shrugging.
“I’m going to go check,” Vi said. “I feel useless here. I’ve been over these.”
“Go. Check. Call us with any information. We can send it up to Chris at Hailstorm to go over it all,” Slash said, taking the leadership role since all of our present leaders were on the way to the learning center where Brooks and Billie had been caught off-guard.
Wait.
The learning center.
“Hey, give me that one,” I demanded, pointing toward the picture in Layna’s hand.
Her brows pinched at the sharpness in my tone, but she handed it to me anyway.
It was the picture from the first box I’d ever seen.
I thought I’d studied everything in that box.
But as the idea of the learning center came into my head, something made me want to check it over again.
“What? Did you find something?” Layna asked, watching me.
“I don’t… maybe,” I said, shaking my head and refocusing on the picture.
I’d been focused the last time on the fact that someone had drawn Billie naked in a cross-legged position. I hadn’t really even given the background a lot of thought.
But that was all I was looking at right then.
And, sure enough, there were the wooden walls and the speaker where Billie plugged in her iPod. There were mats on the floor facing Billie who was in a position like she was teaching her class.
It was from the perspective of a student.
Watching their instructor.
“You’re not breathing,” Dezi said. “What did you find?”
“Give me a second,” I demanded, trying to mentally put myself back in that class.
And as I started to do that, the memories of the night I’d been there came flooding back to me.
My focus had been so much on Billie at the time that everyone else had become background noise.
But she’d been having an issue with a member of the class that night.
What the hell was his name?
I knew she’d called him by name, but I was struggling to drag it back to the forefront of my mind.
“I think a woman drew this,” Sway said from over my shoulder.
“What? Why would you say that?” Slash asked, looking at his man.
“Just the gaze, y’know?”