“Thanks, Pedro.”
He nods and heads for the back door. “Take care of yourself, kid.”
I grab my plate. “Tell anyone who asks that I’m in Ash’s office eating bread and being very unhelpful with the investigation.”
“Will do.”
I head back through the common room. More brothers are emerging now, heading for the kitchen or the garage. Miller nods at me as I pass. Barnes does a double-take at my tower of toast but doesn’t comment.
The stairs feel longer going up. My bare feet slap against the wood. Toast crumbs drop onto the steps, but I’m too busy balancing my plate to care.
Ash’s office door is wide open when I reach it. All three of my men are inside, standing around the desk, surveying the damage.
The office is a disaster. Every drawer has been pulled out, and some of them have been dumped completely. Papers are scattered across the desk and floor. File folders lie open, their contents spilling out. Someone really tore through this place looking for something specific.
I walk in and sit on the leather couch against the wall, setting my plate on my lap. “So. What did we learn?”
Ash looks up from the paper he’s holding. His eyes land on my toast. “Is that six pieces?”
“Pregnancy cravings. Our baby wants carbs. Don’t judge me.” I take a bite and gesture at the mess with my free hand. “Well? Any brilliant deductions?”
Ghost closes a drawer that’s been pulled out, sliding it back into place. “Nothing missing except the test results.”
“So whoever did this knew exactly what they were looking for.”
“Looks like it.” Ash sets down the paper and leans against his desk. The desk that used to be my father’s. The desk where Dad made decisions that destroyed lives and built empires. Now it’s Ash’s. And someone violated that.
Titan pushes himself off the wall where he’s been leaning. “I’ve been asking around since we discovered this. Talked to everyone who was up late last night.”
I swallow my toast. “And?”
“Miller said he went to bed around midnight. Saw Mona in the common room on his way upstairs. She was sitting on the couch, scrolling through her phone.”
The toast turns to cardboard in my mouth. “Mona.”
“Yeah.” Titan’s expression darkens, jaw tightening. “Barnes confirmed it too. Said she was still up when he crashed around one AM. Just sitting there. Watching TV or something. She was the last person anyone remembers seeing in the main area before they went to bed.”
I force myself to swallow. The toast scrapes down my throat. “Where is she now?”
“That’s the interesting part.” Titan crosses his arms over his chest. “Nobody’s seen her this morning. Not in her room. Not anywhere.”
Ghost moves to the window, looking out at the compound below. “What about her bike?”
“It’s gone.” Titan’s voice is flat. “Checked the lot. Her Sportster isn’t there. And when I went to her room to ask her some questions, the door was unlocked. Most of her shit is gone. Clothes, toiletries, the pictures she had on her dresser. Looks like she packed up and left sometime during the night.”
The second piece of toast sticks in my throat. I set the plate down on the couch beside me, appetite gone.
Mona.
Of course it’s fucking Mona.
I reach for another piece of toast even though my stomach is churning. Need something to do with my hands. “Well,” I say, biting into the bread. “Fuck.”
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BONNIE
Ican’t breathe.
