Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 67663 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 338(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67663 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 338(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
“My sister is missing. She’s been gone three days,” I explain. I don’t know why I am sharing this with him, but it ticks me off that he assumed I would bother Casey at work over boy problems.
“She’ll turn up,” he states before turning back to Casey. “Ass. Pole. Now,” he clips before exiting the room.
“Stay put, Morgan. Let me get through this dance, and we’ll talk to Hammer.”
“Fuck no,” I firmly state, causing Casey’s eyes to go wide at my language. “I want nothing from that man or his friends. He has been rude to me more times than I care to count. I don’t know him, and I haven’t done anything to him. Plus, there is no way in hell he will help me find Madyson. He can’t even stand to be in the same room with me.”
“Things aren’t always what they seem, Morgan. He’s not all bad. Hammer is easier to talk to. I promise, he will listen.”
Before I can respond, we hear Ice bellow her name from down the hall.
Casey takes off out of the room. Looking over her shoulder one last time, she calls out to me, “Stay put.”
Should I stay? Probably. Idle waiting is not getting me anywhere, though. Needing to feel like I am doing something for my sister, I leave Casey a note promising to call tomorrow. Tonight, I need to hit the streets and find my sister.
Chapter
9
Ice
“Could he be expanding his victim profile?” I ask Hammer and Coal as we sit in my office, trying to sort out what may have happened to Madyson Powell.
Coal shrugs. “Not sure. Could be.”
“Brooke is freaked the hell out. She swears there is no way Madyson would just disappear like this. According to Brooke, Madyson may have hated her parents, but she loves her sister. She wouldn’t do this to her,” I murmur while rubbing a finger absentmindedly over my bottom lip.
Hammer laughs sarcastically at me. “Well, asshole, if you had been a little more hospitable, the chick might have considered sticking around last night rather than taking off.”
“I thought she was being dramatic about a break up, not that her sister was gone. Bottom line, Casey missed her cue, and we were packed. Morgan brought her shit to our doorstep and cost us money.”
Coal shakes his head at me. “This is not about the money. You know Casey missing one cue doesn’t make or break the bank for you, the business, or the club. Cut the shit, Ice. This girl shakes you up.”
If I am honest with myself, yes, she does. There is an innocence to Morgan Powell that isn’t found in anyone else. She has a genuine sweetness that comes off her in waves. Reaching down, I adjust my cock to remind me that I have one. In my line of work and in my life, I can’t afford to be soft for anyone or anything.
“Call Casey in here. Let’s see what we can do to sort this out.”
“Yup, Miss Prim and Proper has you shaken up,” Hammer laughs.
“Not the time, fucker. I’m not shaken. I have a business to run. Between her sister and her, I can’t run my business, that’s all.”
“You need to get laid, asshole. Let off some steam, work out some aggression.” Hammer’s still smiling at me as he walks out the door to get Casey.
What my Sergeant of Arms does not know is that I have already tried to blow off some damn steam to try and unwind. Hell, I know I am wound tight. But the very reason I am wound so tight is also the reason why I walked out on the barfly who was on her knees ready to suck my dick. Because I looked down at the barfly’s face, over done with eye makeup so dark she looked like a fucking raccoon, and all I could think was that I would rather be looking down at Morgan’s naturally pretty face instead. The woman is starting to get under my skin and I have no idea how she got there. I don’t have time for this shit.
“If Madyson Powell was taken under the same circumstances as the other missing strippers, then this whole thing has become personal,” Coal states, bringing us back to the severity of the situation. “It’s one thing for us to be looking for missing strippers around the area, but to be looking for one of Brooke’s friends, that’s too close to home for my liking.”
A knock on the door draws all of our attention.
“Enter,” I call out.
Only a moment later, the door opens and Casey enters. “Am I getting fired? I’m sorry I missed my cue. Morgan needed me. I couldn’t just take off. It won’t happen again.” Her job obviously means something to her for her to get this worked up over one infraction.