Page 31 of Keeping Faith


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“You think someone said something?” Kit asks carefully.

I freeze, my mind darting back to earlier.

That idiot joke from prospect.

You tappin’ that now?

Don’t be ridiculous. You think I’d touch Oak’s little sister? I’m not that desperate.

Fuck.

FUCK.

She heard me.

She must’ve.

I throw my leg over the bike, twisting the throttle until it snarls. “If she comes back, call me.”

Kit nods. “Where you heading?”

“The Crow,” I shout over the engine, already peeling out of the yard. “She has to be somewhere. I’ll find her.”

I have to.

Because I can’t lose her—not like this.

Not over a joke I didn’t mean.

The Crow’sparking lot is fuller than usual for a weekday afternoon, but I don’t even clock the bikes or the familiar faces inside. I storm through the front door like a man possessed.

“Faith!” I bark, scanning the pub. “Has anyone seen Faith?”

Heads turn. A few startled blinks. Draven’s behind the bar, cashing up and raises a brow. “Thought she was with you.”

“She was.” My jaw clenches. “Now she’s not.”

Heather’s the first one on her feet, walking over with concern lining her face. “She was here earlier. Asking for Letty’s address.”

“Letty?”

“Kane’s girl. The one with Violet hair,” Heather says.

“Right. Thanks Heather.”

“Need me to come with you?” Draven shouts.

“No. Stay here. If she comes back, call me.” I climb back onto my bike and tear out of the car park. My heart’s pounding like a jackhammer in my chest. I know I messed up—every second she’s out there, it only cements how bad. I’ve never felt panic like this before, not even on a job gone wrong. This isn’t club business or a botched delivery. This is Faith. I hurt her and only I can make this right.

Gravel crunches under my tyres as I bring the bike to a halt outside Kane’s old farmhouse.

His border collie barks and circles me as I climb off the bike.

Kane walks out of his workshop, roll-up hanging from his lips as he dusts the sawdust from his t-shirt.

“I’m looking for Faith.”

He lifts the roll-up from his lips and flicks the ash on the gravel. “She came here a few hours ago, looking for Letty, but she’s at work, so I gave her a lift.”