“Six, maximum.”
“Me, Razor, and Ghost in one,” I toss out. The most vicious of us should be together.
Purge speaks up. “Me and?—"
“Sorry, but I’ll need all the hackers to stay here. That includes you, Harris,” Jax tells him.
“Fuck.” Purge jumps up, his rage raising a red flag to me.
“Not time to Rage Out yet, man, okay?” I say quietly, not wanting the others to overhear.
“So that leaves me and Frost, I guess,” Trikk says, right as a pissed off 3 stomps into the room, his chest heaving.
“Where is she? Heard yelling.” He looks at Trikk. “Well?”
Trikk winces, as Jax quickly explains to catch him up to speed.
“Me,” 3 roars, startling all of us. “I go too!”
“Damn,” Thor mutters.
“No, absolutely not. You are a loose cannon, son,” Jax tells him.
“Am. Going,” 3 pushes out.
I raise a brow, not opposed to it. I saw what that guy was capable of when he took out the orderlies in The Morgue.
“Let him come, we need all the help we can get.” I say, shock showing on Harris’s face before he schools it again.
3 snorts, earning a laugh from Thor.
“Alright. Let us work on this. You guys go do something about all that pent-up energy in the meantime,” Jax says, moving out of the door.
My heart is in my throat. Patience isn’t my strong suit.
I'm trying to focus on the task at hand.
Soon we’ll be able to go look for our girl.
Chapter 14
Phoenyxx
Adrenaline has me pissed.
This motherfucker. What the hell does he want with me? What about Trikk? What did he do to him?
“Hey, Dickface. What did you do to my boyfriend?” I yell as the car comes to a stop. My anger is running the show. I'm aware I should be terrified, but right now, I just want to pummel Demon into the ground.
I crane my neck to see where we are. It's a two-story farmhouse of some sort. I don’t see any neighbors or anything else around except for the house. It looks old. It's in decent shape, with white trim, a front porch, and even a swing on the porch.
Demon yanks open his door, stalking over to mine. He pulls it open and grabs my arm hard. He grabs me from the car with force. I drag my feet, but he pulls me up to the door of the house, holding me tight as I try to kick and fight. He takes out a key, opening the door. Shoving me through, he comes in on my heels, locking the door from the inside with the key he puts back into his pocket.
He spins on his heel, pushing me in the chest and forcing me back several steps.
“He is not your boyfriend, you dumb bitch,” Demon says. “I am your husband. You'd better get used to that fact now. I will never let you go.”
Okay, well, he’s crazy just as I fucking suspected. “What did you do to him?”
