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)
He just about watched his girl die tonight. I know how he’s feeling.
“He’s already fuckin’ got her,” I bark. “Which means he’s already gotten away with it.”
“We’ll find her, Prez,” Koda tells me. “I will fuckin’ make sure of it. Someone has to know somethin’. We gotta stop hidin’ and go in full force, or we’ll never find her.”
“We might not have time,” I growl, rubbing my head.
Scarlett comes running over, finally finished with the police. She has two security guards right up her tail, but that doesn’t stop her. She skids to a stop in front of me. “Where is she, Malakai?”
“I don’t know, Scarlett. That fucker has her, and I don’t know where she is.”
Her face drops and fear flashes in her eyes. She knows, better than anyone, what Treyton is capable of. She knows what he’ll do to her, and seeing her fear makes me sick to my stomach.
“Let me help, I know him better than anyone, if anyone can help you find him, it’s me.”
“Over my dead fuckin’ body, nearly saw you get shot tonight,” Maverick says, hooking an arm around her waist and pulling her close.
“She’s my best friend, and she saved my life tonight. If she didn’t, I’d be dead. I’m helping her and if you even try to stop me, I will fly kick you in the face, Maverick. I love you, but I will hurt you.”
Koda snorts.
I find a whole new respect for Scarlett.
“Any idea where he might be? Know anyone he might know? Anythin’, because we have fuck-all,” I say to her, ignoring Maverick’s scowl.
“I know where his parents live, not that I think they’ll have anything to do with him, they haven’t for years. I also know where a few of his friends used to live. I don’t know if they live there now, but it’s worth a shot. Why didn’t you tell me you couldn’t find him? I could have given you all this information earlier.”
Because I’m a stupid, stubborn fuck. That’s why.
“Don’t matter now,” I tell her. “What matters is that we don’t have much time. Spread out. Scarlett, you go with Maverick and Koda, see if you can track down any information, anything at all. Mason and Boston, follow the leads and numbers we got off the phone. It’s not much, but it’s somethin’. Find those people, beat them until they have an answer, I don’t care what you have to do to make them speak. I’m going to go to Caiden’s house, see if he knows anythin’, unlikely, but Trey might have contacted him after the article came out, as a way of gettin’ close. Worth a shot. Any news, you report back to me immediately.”
“On it, boss,” Koda says, disappearing with Scarlett and Maverick.
“Got a few good leads from that phone,” Mason tells me. “Will hunt them mother fuckers down and torture them until they give us a name.”
“Mason?” I tell him, and his eyes meet mine.
“Yeah, boss?”
“Make it fuckin’ burn.”
He grins, Boston too, and then they’re gone.
I turn and pull my phone out, calling Amalie once more. I know she’s not going to answer, but it doesn’t stop me trying all the same. I move to my bike and throw my leg over, starting it up. I’m going to pay her ex-boyfriend a visit, in hopes he has some sort of information. Anything that might help me find where she is.
And in the mood I’m in, I might give him a fist to the fucking face for doing what he did to her.
He wouldn’t want to push me.
I will go to the ends of the Earth to find my girl, and I will bring down anyone that gets in my way.
Anyone.
~*~*~*~
AMALIE
Trey takes me to an old, abandoned warehouse about twenty kilometers out of town. It’s off a dirt track and is surrounded by old rusted out cars and overgrown trees. When we arrive, I’m dragged out of the car and immediately cuffed before being pulled into the warehouse. I can’t hear anything anyone is saying, and the frustration and anger that brings makes my chest clench. If I could hear, I’d know that they were saying and I might have some idea on how to get out of this.
They take me to a fully secured room down a flight of stairs in the basement. When we reach the door, the man holding me spins me around and I’m facing Treyton. Without knowing, you’d think he was an incredibly good looking man, dangerous as hell, but beautiful in a terrifying way. He’s more dangerous than any man I’ve ever laid eyes on, and the coldness coming from his gaze makes my skin crawl.
He’d stop at nothing to hurt another person.
Nothing.
“Did you miss me, Amalie?”
I don’t say anything, I just stare at him, my face hard, my eyes showing nothing. He nearly ruined my life once before, he’s not going to do it again.