Teagan
I awoke with a start and sat up. “Cash?”
After no answer, I reached for his side of the bed. Empty. Throwing the covers aside, I walked into the bathroom. Also empty. I sighed. Figuring he was probably still drinking with Razor, I threw on some clothes and grabbed my phone, heading downstairs.
I arrived to a near empty great room. Well, other than Grip crashed out on the sofa. I shook him awake.
“Hey, T. You okay?” he asked, sitting up.
“Have you been here all night?”
“Yeah.” He glanced at my feet. “Cute slippers.”
“Thanks.” I rolled my eyes. My slippers were cute. Fluffy bunnies, but that wasn’t the point. “Focus, Grip.”
“Sorry.”
“Where’s Cash?”
“I don’t know.” He shrugged. “I figured he was with you?”
“He came down to have a beer with Razor,” I said.
“I’ll go check outside if you want.”
“That’d be great, thanks. Who’s here? Officers-wise?”
“Pretty sure Knight stayed.”
I nodded. “Okay, great, thanks.”
After calling Cash’s cell multiple times (it went straight to voicemail), I checked every inch of the clubhouse.
Grip found me after about twenty minutes and shook his head. “Neither of them are here.”
“Something’s wrong.” I bit my lip. “Call Razor and wake Knight, I’m calling my dad.”
“They probably just made a beer run,” Grip argued.
“Just do it, Grip,” I snapped. “Cash always answers my call and if he can’t, he texts back. Something. Is. Wrong.”
Grip raised his hands in surrender and nodded. “Okay, Teagan. Not a problem.”
He headed up the stairs and I took a deep breath and called my dad. It took him a minute to answer, and he sounded groggy when he did. “Hey, baby girl. What time is it, are you okay?”
“Almost four.” I couldn’t hold back my tears as I rasped, “I can’t find Cash.”
“What do you mean, you can’t find him?”
“He was coming downstairs to have a beer with Razor,” I said. “That was over three hours ago. He’s not here. Neither of them are here. Not in the club, not in any of the auto bays, not in the shop. He and Razor are not here and neither of them are answering their phones.”
“Okay, honey, stay put. I’m comin’. Wake Knight. I’ll call Booker.”
“Grip’s getting Knight.” I hiccupped out a sob. “Daddy, please hurry.”
Less than fifteen minutes later, my parents walked in with Booker not far behind. Knight was already up and making calls, to whom I wasn’t sure, but when Hatch walked in a few minutes after Booker, all hell broke loose.
“Why the fuck did no one stop them from leavin’?” Hatch bellowed. “We’re in goddamned modified lockdown.”
