I bet he was.
Jesus.
Leith was her ex and happened to be the biggest douche on the planet. I rubbed my temples and took a deep breath. This was bad.
Really, really bad.
I headed out of my pseudo-hiding place and when Orion saw me, he stalked toward me. “Any idea where your girl is?”
I nodded. “It’s not good, Ori, but I don’t think she’s gonna listen to me.”
Wrath walked back in the room and scowled at me. “Where the fuck is your bitch?”
“Oh my god, she’s not my bitch. In fact, she’s not a bitch at all. And maybe you could move into the twenty-first century and stop referring to women as bitches all together!”
“Would you prefer cunt?” Wrath seethed.
“You really are a fucking Neanderthal!” I squealed.
He knuckled his eyes, like he was warding off a headache, then took a deep breath. “Where’s Sierra, Raquel?”
“She’s at her ex’s.”
He fisted his hands at his sides. “The address,” Wrath hissed.
“I’m not giving you the address.” I glanced at Orion and moved closer to him.
“Give me the goddamn address,” Wrath growled.
I shook my head. “She will absolutely lose her shit if I do.”
“What the fuck’s goin’ on?” my brother demanded, walking into the room. “You better not be yellin’ at my sister,” he warned Wrath.
“Jesus fucking Christ!” Wrath jabbed a finger at Orion again. “Fuckin’ deal with this.”
He walked away with a curse.
“Sierra’s missing,” Orion explained.
“She’s not missing,” I countered.
“Why was no one watchin’ her?” Tristan asked.
“She was at work,” I said.
“Again,” my brother stressed. “Why was no one watchin’ her?”
“Scrappy was watching her,” Orion said. “She slipped him.”
“Of course she did,” Tristan said with a groan.
“I’m gonna need that address, baby,” Orion said to me.
“Don’t give it to Wrath.”
He sighed. “I’ll have Aero get her.”
“Can you get her?” I asked my brother.
