“I went to sort out the fucking alarm. One of the windows was broken, so I had to find some wood and board it up. By the time I got back, she was gone.”
“I thought the prospect was watching her.”
“Well, apparently, he did a shit job. You better keep him the fuck away from me.”
“For fuck’s sake,” he grumbles. I hear him move, and Neveah’s sleepy voice in the background.
“Go back to sleep,” he tells her. Though I adore Tink, I want to reach through the phone and wrap my hands around Havoc’s throat.
In another life, it would be me lying beside Delphi, telling her to go back to sleep as she looks up at me with a soft smile. He’sliving the life I can only dream of, and the best he’s got is “for fuck’s sake.”
“I’ll get G on it. See if he can find her.” He hangs up, leaving me wanting to throw my phone across the room.
“Fuck this.” I put my cut back on, shove my phone in my pocket, grab my keys, and head out. I take off with no destination in mind, half hoping I’ll see her, half hoping I don’t. That way, I can convince myself she’s tucked up safe in bed and not dead in a ditch somewhere.
“Yeah, like she hasn’t survived all these years just fine on her own. Get a fucking grip, man.” I say it out loud, hoping I’ll knock some sense into myself, but it doesn’t help. I pulled her unconscious body from a fire and breathed air into her after the explosion. Too many times, death has been right there between us. It’s beginning to feel like it’s biding its time to tear her from me.
I don’t know how long I ride around, but the world woke up while I was lost in my panic. Now they’re going about their day, heading to work or out for breakfast, like everything is fine. Nothing is fucking fine.
When I feel my phone vibrate, I hit the button on my helmet to answer the call. “Delphi?”
“She even have a phone?” G’s voice comes through my helmet, making me curse.
“No, it got fucked up in the explosion. I haven’t had time to replace it.”
“She got an iPad, by any chance?”
“Yeah, why?”
“She booked a cab and paid online. Picked her up down the road from your place.”
“Fuck. Any idea where she went?”
He reels off the name of a local motel. For the first time all night, I let out a sigh of relief. “Thanks, G.”
“It’s what I do.”
He hangs up as I do a U-turn and head toward the motel. I park near the trees, keeping my bike mostly out of view, before heading inside but leaving my helmet on. There’s a skinny kid behind the desk, looking half asleep. He jolts when he sees me, straightening up when his eyes move over my cut. Everyone in Raven Falls knows who the Raven Souls MC is.
“I’m looking for my wife.”
His mouth drops open, and he looks uncomfortable. “I can’t give that information out, sir.”
I pull my helmet off. When he gets a look at my face, he blanches, his face paling even further than before. If that’s possible.
“My wife, Delphi Anders. What room is she in?”
He swallows, but I can see the name jogs something in his brain. Delphi’s like that— hard to forget.
He swallows and looks to the ground. Something about his actions rubs me the wrong way. I just don’t know why.
“She’s in Room 39.”
Ironically, it’s the fact that he does what I ask that pisses me off. He folded so fucking easily. For all he knows, I’m a nasty ex set on harming her, and he just gave me everything I needed to do so. I reach over the desk and grab him by the scruff of the neck.
“Not again,” he cries out.
I frown because I haven’t laid a finger on him until now. “I get that I’m at fault for this shit, but it pisses me off how easily you caved. What kind of man puts a woman in danger like that?”
