I end the call and try to get back to work. I have a whole fucking stack of reports to write. In two hours, I only get one report finished. Lightning sends me a few text messages with updates, but they aren’t worth shit.
He might actually know less by the time I finish my shift than he did when she went missing. Once I get everything finished up for the night, I run home, change out of my uniform, and then climb on my bike before heading straight for Raleigh.
By the time I arrive, only Heidi, Bullet, Ivy, and Lightning are at the club. The moment I open the door and walk into the floor area, their heads turn, and their eyes find mine. Heidi’s eyes are red, swollen, and bloodshot.
Everyone else is showing concern.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
MILLIE
My brain wakesup before the rest of me. I tell myself to open my eyes, but they don’t work. I feel almost paralyzed as I lie still. I try to gather my thoughts. Piecing together the moments before everything went dark.
I was at the club, danced my routine, then… someone grabbed me from behind, and that’s when everything went dark. It was a man. I could tell just by the feel of his hands and build as he picked me up. But he never spoke, so I have no idea who it could be.
I’m not a complete idiot, though. I know it was either Dante or one of his men. Nobody else would have a reason to take me. I don’t know what vehicle he put me in or where he took me. Which means I have no idea where I am right now.
“Do you think anyone suspects?” a voice asks.
It’s a woman’s voice. I recognize it. I can’t quite place it yet, but I’ve heard it before and recently. I try to stay as still as possible, hoping they don’t realize I’m awake, so I can get as much information as possible.
Although I’m not sure it’s going to matter if I gather information or not. They have me here, locked away, location unknown. They’re probably going to kill me. The thought of dying before truly being able to become Axton’s old lady really pisses me off.
That’s just my fucking luck, too.
I’ve loved this man my whole-ass life, and then I get him, but before I can enjoy him, before we can live happily ever after, I’m killed by a psycho mobster. Fuck that shit. That pisses me off so damn bad.
“Nobody suspects shit. They questioned you and let you go, babe. You got no ties to me whatsoever. Just a pretty baby working at that place and making some dough.”
“I just want us to be happy,” she purrs.
And that’s when I realize who it is.
Anna.
“I promise I’ll take you out of here. You do this for me, and it’s you and me until the end.”
He’s going to have Anna kill me. Holy shit. I can feel my faculties returning to me slowly. But I’m afraid to show them I’m awake. I’m not sure exactly what he plans on having Anna do to me, but I’ll be damned if I just lie here and let her do it.
Whatever it is.
How he even got to her is beyond me. She hates bikers and mobsters, yet here she is, with the mobster who’s trying to see me dead. I hope she realizes that once she does this, she’s next.
Dante may keep her around for a little while, but I highly doubt it will be forever, and then she’s going to be the girl lying on the bed waiting for the bullet to her head.
Anna moans, and I assume they’re kissing or something. I don’t want to hear this, but I keep my eyes closed because I really don’t want to see it. Then she whimpers and moans again. I’m pretty sure there is heavy petting going on now.
Oh, great.
They’re going to have sex right here next to me.
If that’s the last thing I hear before I’m murdered, I’m going to haunt them both.
Extensively.
Annnnd…
Now there’s heaving, breathing, and panting.
