“Yeah? They finally got something?”
Brooks was diplomatic enough not to comment on the borderline disrespect.
“They rounded up one guy they believe was with you and still with Cameron. They’re two minutes out.”
“Who? What’s his—”
He was cut off by the thunderclap of steps on the stairs coming up from the basement.
The basement.
Where Virgin had been up in the glass room.
Men like him, they didn’t run unless shit got bad. Really fucking bad.
My heart flew into my throat.
Because we didn’t panic like that unless… unless one of our women or kids was in danger.
“What is it?” Brooks asked, stiffening.
“Gracie’s gone,” Virgin said, eyes wide.
“What?” I snarled past the lump in my throat.
“She was somewhere inside the party. But she’s gone. They found her clipboard. But Sully was knocked out. And she’s gone. Likely into the woods around the venue.”
My first instinct was to run, to get on my bike, to fly there, to hunt through the woods myself and find her, bring her home.
The more rational side of me knew that the others had the woods covered. If she was there, they’d find her.
But she was probably not there.
Cameron had her.
And he wasn’t going to let her go.
I heard the car fly into the lot, Fallon likely having gotten the call as well.
I didn’t think.
Didn’t try to weigh through my options.
I flew out the door, beelining for the SUV.
“Perish!” Fallon’s voice called, a warning.
I didn’t give a fuck.
I ripped open the trunk, reached inside, and pulled out a man I’d once known as a skinny little kid named Davy.
I saw the recognition in his face before the fear overtook him as I grabbed him by the shirt and dragged his ass toward the clubhouse.
He fought.
But even putting on thirty pounds of muscle didn’t make him any kind of threat to me. Not when I was pissed. Not when I was fucking terrified.
As soon as we got to the wall of the clubhouse, I dropped his shirt, grabbed his throat, and hauled him to his feet. His skull cracked against the brick, and there was a second where the light flickered in his eyes, making me worry I’d slammed him too hard.
