Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 75193 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75193 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
There were white sheets covering all of the furniture, and with a final look in her garage to confirm my fears, I realized she was gone.
My stomach clenched and worry started to form a ball in my stomach.
I used the same key that I’d used previously, going in her back door and taking a look.
My fears were confirmed.
She was gone, and I had no clue where she was.
I left the same way I came in, and instead of going home, I went to the clubhouse.
I didn’t bother to call. I knew where they’d all be.
Griffin was the first one to see me, and he stood so quickly he stumbled forward.
Wolf, Peek and Casten were on their feet next.
None of them fared much better as they stood.
The final one to see me was Mig, and he just stared at me from across the room.
He was the only one that didn’t look concerned, but only because he’d taken my call in hopes that he could find someone to take the little boy off my hands.
I wanted him to be in a good home, and Mig made that happen.
It was obvious, though, that he hadn’t shared any of that with the rest of them.
“What the fuck is going on with you?” Peek asked, his ‘fuck’ coming out more like ‘fook.’
His accent thickened every time he was emotional, and I winced, realizing that I’d scared them all.
I’d forgotten I was covered in blood.
“It’s not mine,” I said.
They all relaxed.
“Anything we need to clean up?” Griffin asked.
He was serious, too.
No condemnation. No nothing.
He was there for me just like I would be for him.
Simple as that.
“No,” I assured them. “But I need to find my woman.”
“Your woman?” Casten asked from his seat at the bar.
I nodded.
“Your woman? A real woman?” Mig asked.
I flipped him off.
“She didn’t tell me where she was going. I only know she’s gone,” I informed them. “And I need help finding her.”
“Why?” Griffin asked. “You told us you’d never have another woman. You also look wrong. When are you going to shave? Or get a haircut?”
I ran my hand over my beard, finding that I quite liked the length of it now.
It wasn’t short, but it also wasn’t overly long either.
It was a breath of fresh fucking air not to have to have all of it just perfect.
Surprisingly, I had my brother to thank for that.
“I like it like this,” I said. “And I’m not going to shave. Now are you going to help me find my woman or what?”
“Is she?” Peek asked, eyes serious.
“Is she what?” I growled, frustration now leaching into my voice.
“Your woman,” Peek said.
I looked at him, then looked around at all the men of my club.
“Yes,” I said, confirming it. “She’s mine.”
And it was time to stop running.
She was mine, and ignoring her hadn’t been good.
I’d let her leave and didn’t even notice that she’d gone.
It didn’t matter that I was actually busy. I could’ve found time for her, but I hadn’t. I’d been thinking of myself and what a relationship might do to me.
I wasn’t thinking about her, and I hadn’t given her the time she needed in over two weeks.
But I was about to remedy that.
I just had to find her first.
“It’s good that you’re here,” Peek said, interrupting my thoughts. “Hanson Coller is missing.”
My brows furrowed. “What do you mean he’s missing?”
“It means he’s fucking missing,” Peek said. “Been off the grid for twenty-four hours now.”
“And you weren’t going to tell me?” I asked through clenched teeth.
“That was what the meeting was about, but you told me you couldn’t come,” Peek drawled. “Remember?”
I did remember.
Damn.
“I would’ve made time if you’d told me that,” I growled.
“Well, you’re here now. Let’s talk about what to do about the bastard and how to find him, then we’ll go find your girl.”
Peek’s words were much easier to accomplish than any of us realized.
And it made my heart stutter when I found out that the two of them were much closer than they should be.
Chapter 14
It’s Father’s Day, so thank a mother fucker.
-Not a Hallmark card
Freya
“Can you tell me how this happened?” I asked the man.
The man didn’t answer me, his face a mask of agony as he strained on the bed.
His left foot was just…meat.
That’s all it resembled. Any evidence that it used to be a foot was no longer there.
“He was pulled under by a gator,” the man that came with him into the department said. “I tried to stop the bleeding.”
That would be the belt that was tied around his foot.
“That was good thinking,” I said, moving to the side to let the doctor get a look at the mess.
“He needs to go straight to surgery,” the surgeon said. “Frito, get him going.”
I rolled my eyes at the doctor. “My name’s Freya, and you darn well know it.”