Wrath: I’m on it
Malice: Hey, are you gonna eat this?
Malice: *photo of white bunny inside cage*
Me: What the fuck? How’d you get in my room? Chaos I thought he was next to you!
Chaos: He got up cause Saige threatened to stab him
Me: MR. BUN-BUNS IS NOT FUCKING FOOD
Chaos: I’ve got him. Deal with your shit and get the fuck home
I pocket my phone,a mix of emotions swirling through me, but the one most prominent?
Worry.
Fighting the urge to drive over to her house and check on her, I sign my name on the volunteer sheet and head to the back to spend some time with my new buddy. I find Harvey sitting alone in the back corner, his body trembling as he hears my steps. But when he sees me, his ears perk up, and my heart softens just slightly.
I spend the next few hours sitting in the kennel with Harvey, humming to the tune of “Can’t Help Falling in Love” and thinking about whether my woman is okay.
I’ll never forgive myself if she’s not.
Chapter Twenty-Two
RHYS
Three days. I haven’t seen or heard from her in three fucking days. I’d rather have Malice torture me than feel this kind of worry and pain. I’m two seconds from storming her goddamn house, not giving a shit if he’s there or not. Ineedto know she’s safe.
I’ve gone to the Bloomfield shelter every day from the moment they opened until they kicked me out at closing, waiting for her to walk through those doors, but she never came. But fuckhole Blake called every day, letting Kendra know she wouldn’t be in.
I sit on the back porch, the scent of marijuana all around me. My fingers itch to take the joint from Wrath’s hand, to inhale the earthy smoke and let it flood my veins with calm. But I can’t give up control. Not until I see her.
“Now who looks like someone pissed in his beer?”
“I’m not drinking, asshat, so that doesn’t work.”
“Watch it, Sin. I’m still your president.”
“Have we gotten any fucking closer to anything? Wes has never taken this long for jack shit,” I ask, restless, nervous energy thrumming through me.
“It’s a deep web. He said he’s close.”
“Sounds like he’s losing his touch.”
“Don’t say that to his face, brother. Wes isn’t someone who would take that lightly. I’d hate for any of us to be on the receiving end of what he could do to us without lifting a finger.” I listen to Chaos talk as I study the wildflowers far out in the field, the daisies and wild lupines that stretch in their pinks, purples, and blues, and how much I’d like to show them to Bristol. I’ll never forget the look on her face when she saw how clear the night sky was and all the stars that came out just for her.
I stand up quickly as it hits me like a fucking freight train.
“I’ve gotta go. I’m taking my bike. I’ve got my phone.”
“We’ve got a tracker on everything. You okay?”
“I know where she might be. If I’m fucking lucky.”
“Where who might be? You better not be talking about that girl, Sin,” he demands as he grabs my arm, holding me back. “Listen, brother, you know I’d follow you into any fight, but we have to be safe, now more than ever before, with all the shit that’s been happening. I need you to be careful with what you’re potentially bringing to our front door.”
I understand his reasoning; his only priority is keeping this club safe, and here I am, chasing a woman who’s taken byanother man, without having any idea of what those repercussions could look like.
