Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 60234 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60234 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
She says the words like she understands, and I turn to Sophie, studying her carefully to see if I can figure her out.
“Don’t tell Nova,” I spit out. “I don’t want to see him.”
No, that’s not true. I do want to see him. Badly. But I can’t.
She hesitates.
“Promise me, or I’ll jump out.” I grip the door handle to let her know I’m not bluffing. “Promise.”
She nods, but she doesn’t say the words. For now, I count that as a win.
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
Nova
“What have you found?” My heart pounds so hard in my chest I can hardly breathe and so loud I can barely even hear my own question.
Gia looks up first, sympathy swimming in her gaze. “No trace of her so far, but I’m not giving up. She’s a pain in the ass but being out there without a safety net has to be fucking terrifying.”
“She doesn’t have any kind of digital footprint, man.” Wild Man stares up at me with sympathy. “We’re doing all we can to track her down. I’ve been hacking street cams all night.”
I know they’re doing everything in their power to find Maggie, but the fact that they haven’t found her scares the shit out of me. I refuse to stop searching until I know she’s safe. Even if safe means she’s long gone from Angel Harbor.
“I’ve been searching the bus terminal, and she hasn’t popped up on any of their cameras,” Gia sighs, shaking her head.
“What about the train station?”
“Same. We’re trying, Nova,” Gia says with a look of sympathy. Like, I need that shit right now.
I nod, raking a hand through my hair and another over my tired face. “She has no way of paying other than whatever cash is in her pocket.”
I try really hard not to hold it against my brothers, but they’re the ones who let her leave without any means of living or surviving. No cash. No weapons. Nothing at all to make sure she could make it out of town safely.
“Thank you. Both of you.”
After a restless night in Maggie’s bed, letting the scent of her sink into my brain, hell, into my fucking soul, all I need at this moment is to know that she’s all right.
She can go on and live her life without me, but I have to know she made it out of Angel Harbor safely.
“We won’t stop,” Gia assures me. “I swear.” Guilt swims in her gaze, and I go to her, gripping her shoulder.
“It’s not your fault, Gia. Thanks for helping.”
“Of course. We’re family. Fucked up as hell, but family all the same. Right?”
A harsh laugh escapes. “Damn straight, we are.” My phone rings a now familiar tune that sends anxiety rushing through me. “Mom. What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” she sighs. “I’m glad you’re worried about your father, but he wouldn’t wish that anxiety on you.”
“Nothing I can do about that, Mom. How is he?”
“He’s fine,” she assures me in a confident tone. “The doctor says if he keeps doing what he’s doing, he’ll outlive us all. I’m calling to find out about my soon-to-be future daughter-in-law.”
I bite back a harsh, bitter laugh and scrub a hand down my face. “I’ll let you know, Mom. Soon.”
“Okay, Kane. We love you. Talk soon,” she says confidently before ending the call.
I nod, allowing my mom’s confidence to give me the boost I need to focus on something other than Maggie’s disappearance. “I need to get to the clinic but call me if you find even a hint of Maggie somewhere.”
“Will do,” Wild Man promises.
I take him at his word, leaving the clubhouse to check on patients and inventory. Just because my personal life is shitty doesn’t mean I can shirk my responsibility where the clinic is concerned. The drive over clears my head, at least enough to slide into Dr. Bishop mode, even though most visitors to the clinic call me Dr. Nova.
“Hey, Sophie,” I call out as I walk in, shrugging off my kutte in favor of my white coat that seems to put the patients at ease.
“Hey, Dr. Bishop. I didn’t expect you in today.” Her voice is the same calm, even tone she always uses, but there’s something else in there.
“I need to check up on our patients,” I say defensively.
“Of course.”
I find her in her tiny office, bent over medical files she’s updating on the computer. “Anything I can help you with? Anything I should know about?”
She shakes her head, pushing up her glasses with her index finger. “Nope.”
I frown. Sophie isn’t a nope kind of woman. If anything, she answers with more words than any situation requires. “You sure?”
“Positive,” she says and pushes away from her desk, her brown eyes darting around the room as if she’s looking for a way to escape. “Absolutely positive.”
“Sophie,” I growl. “What the fuck is going on? Are you quitting?”