“Go fuck yourself!” I shouted, disgusted. Sometimes even I wondered how I’d sunk so low as to screw some of the women I’d screwed. “Tell mewhere Chloe is, or I swear on my life I will make you pay!” I raged, stabbing a finger at each of them in turn. But then Logan put a hand on my shoulder and drew my attention to a petite, brown-haired girl I hadn’t even noticed before.
“Madison, you’re Chloe’s friend, right? Can you tell us where she is? Please…” Logan directed this exclusively to her; his voice was measured, but one could hear the suffering in it. Meanwhile, I rubbed my face and instinctively kicked an empty glass bottle that had been rolling around on the floor. It shattered against the wall with a crash.
“We don’t need to beg.” I shoved Logan aside harshly, and Madison backed away from me. “Tell me where my sister is!” I demanded, grabbing her by the arm. The girl’s eyes went wide, and she stared at me in terror. “Tell me, goddammit! Tell me!” I shook her angrily. “Talk!” I shouted right up close to her face, but she just stared at me in shock.
But I had completely lost my mind by that point. I couldn’t do anything rationally. I was trapped on the roller coaster of my madness, and I wasn’t going to get off so easily.
“Neil, you’re scaring her.” Logan put a hand on my shoulder and pulled me back. “She’s seventeen years old. You can’t talk to her like that,” he said disapprovingly, and I gave him a frantic look.
I could feel the rage pulsing through every inch of me; it coiled around me like a snake.
“The only thing we can do is keep looking for Chloe,” Alyssa put in.
“Oh great, baby bro’s girlfriend is here too,” Luke muttered to Alexia, making her laugh.
“Don’t be an asshole,” I snapped at him, knowing Logan wouldn’t tolerate anyone mocking his girl.
“Ignore him; listen to me.” Logan grabbed my head and forced me to look at him. “We need to focus on Chloe.”
Right. We were just wasting time here with the Krew, and I needed to find my sister.
“You’re right,” I murmured, and he smiled at me. I turned to the others and eyed them all with a grim air. I brushed past them without another word, hitting Luke with a shoulder check and continuing my search. There were still three bedrooms to go; maybe Chloe was in one of them.
I threw open another door, but there was, of course, no sign of Chloe. When I kicked open the last door, I saw a guy lying prone on the bed with two women on either side of him. One was a petite blond.
My eyes went wide with shock when I recognized one of Xavier’s tattoos on the guy’s arm. I yanked the sheet off all of them, and he woke with a gasp.
“What the fuck!” he spit bitterly, still half-awake as he turned to look at me. I took a good look at the faces of the two naked women. Fortunately for Xavier, the little blond wasn’t Chloe.
“Put some clothes on!” Logan demanded, putting a hand over Alyssa’s eyes so she couldn’t see Xavier’s nude body.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” he raged at me before getting out of the bed and hunting around for his underwear.
“Where is Chloe?” I asked him immediately, but he didn’t so much as glance in my direction.
“And why exactly do you think I’d know?” He strode calmly past me and snatched up his boxers, pulling them back on. Logan just stared at him in horror, and once he was dressed, Xavier looked back at him threateningly. “What’s wrong, princess? Are you not familiar with the phrase ‘hung like a horse’?” Xavier said derisively.
“My girl is right here. Get dressed!” Logan ordered, still with his hand clapped over Alyssa’s eyes.
“Logan, I’m not going to look; you can trust me,” she reassured him in tones of innocence, but Logan, who had a jealous streak, immediately shushed her.
“You’re pretty insecure, huh? Red flag…a big one,” Xavier smirked at him before bursting out in a hearty laugh. Logan’s face remained deathly serious, and he breathed in deeply.
“You are unbearable. Literally the worst person I know,” my brother shot back at him, looking meaningfully at the two women still passed out in the bed. Xavier slipped into his black jeans and gave Logan a wry look.
“Don’t get on your high horse with me, princess. Your brother has the same bad habits I do.” He winked at him, the son of a bitch, and I decided to break it up.
“Stop talking, dick,” I said menacingly, giving him a hard stare, and he held my gaze steadily.
“Talk to me, boss. What is it that I can do for you?” He gave me a lopsided smile and slipped his sweater on over his head.
“What the fuck was Chloe doing with all of you? And I’ve already been told she was with you, so don’t try to lie about it. She didn’t come home last night; do you know where she is? Did she leave with someone? Was she drinking?” I asked him all the questions that were swirling around in my head and identified nothing but bewilderment in his eyes. He tilted his head thoughtfully for a moment before speaking.
“No, she was with the little brunette that Luke’s seeing. Yeah, your sister was also with us, but only for a few minutes,” he explained coolly with no hint of hesitation or holding anything back.
“And then what? What did she do? Where did she go?” I scrubbed a hand over my face, trying to piece together Chloe’s night, but all I had was a pounding headache and the horrifying fear of what might have happened to her.
“I have no idea. She said she wanted to take a walk, get some air, or something. I was busy trying to pull those bitches.” He jerked a thumb over his shoulder at the women on the bed, and I swore under my breath. Xavier almost certainly didn’t know any more than he’d already told me, but I tried one more time.
