Page 157 of Beautiful Hate


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Zeus gives a sharp nod before continuing. “Snake was conscious for a bit. Said it was the Disciples that shot him.”

I squeeze the weapon in my hand until my knuckles burn. It’s time to end those bastards once and for all. “What’s the move?”

Again, my question is met with silence. I level a pointed look at Zeus. “What aren’t you telling me?”

He hesitates, his jaw clenched tight, then his words land like a sledgehammer. “Zilphia’s been kidnapped.”

Without a word, I holster my gun and pull my cell phone from my back pocket as I race toward the exit. The voices and footsteps behind me fall on deaf ears.

Zilphia is my only priority.

By now, the streets will be buzzing about what happened. One or more of our informants might have some intel. A text notification from an unsaved number stops me in my tracks.

I turn around, my heart pounding so hard it hurts. “Spider wants fifteen million tonight. Wants me to come alone or Zilphia’s dead.”

“Spider?” Loretta questions from her seat at a booth. Despite news of her daughter’s abduction, she devours the food in front of her with gusto.

Draco showed up with her about an hour ago. Zilphia kicked her out. I didn’t give a fuck. Didn’t want her there to begin with.

“What part of get the fuck out didn’t you understand?” Draco snaps at her.

“I live here now, remember?” she retorts haughtily. “I’m only asking because I knew a Spider a long time ago.”

“I doubt it’s the same Spider,” Cricket deadpans.

“Well, I heard someone mention Disciples. The Spider I knew was the president of an MC with the same name. He’s tall, right? Six three, dark-brown skin, with a crescent-moon-shaped scar on his left cheek?”

I’m standing in front of her before she can blink. “How do you know him?”

The bitch smirks, and I have to remind myself not to knock her ass under the booth. A sudden thought hits me, and I narrow my eyes at her. If she had anything to do with Zilphia’s kidnapping, Jesus Christ himself won’t be able to save her from my retribution.

“Talk,” I hiss.

“Spider is Zilphia’s father.”

It takes a few seconds for her words to sink in. “What the fuck did you say?”

“We had a fling in Vegas,” she explains around a mouthful of food. “I never told him about Zilphia because I was married and he was just for fun.”

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” I hear Cricket grumble behind me.

Didn’t see this coming, but it works out in my favor. From what I’ve heard, Spider’s big on family. Chances are, he won’t kill his own daughter. “Get up, you’re coming with me.”

“What? Why should I put myself in danger? I’m sure it’s Zilphia’s own fault she was kidnapped. She’s always been stupid.”

I snatch her out of the booth. “You’re coming with me. End of fucking discussion.”

“How dare you?” she squawks in outrage. “Are you all just going to stand there and watch him manhandle a pregnant woman?”

I look at Zeus. “Do you have the money on hand?” Loretta is my trump card, but the money is still needed as a backup.

“Of course, but you’re not going alone.”

I shake my head. “I won’t risk my family.”

“They’re my family too,” he counters. “We go in this together and send those fuckers to Hell.”

I nod, and we embrace in a quick hug. I don’t let it show, but I’m scared out of my mind. If they die, I die.