Chapter Thirty-Three
Steel looked outthe window at Breanna’s house to the dark, empty street.Where the fuck is she?
He called her for the umpteenth time but, once again, it went to her voicemail. The wall clock in her living room said nine thirty.She’s an hour late. Fuck. Something’s not right here.Her car and purse were gone, so when he’d first arrived at her house, he figured she ran to the grocery store, or had gone to pick up some food. Then he tried calling her but there was no answer, and worry crept through him.
When he went into the kitchen, he smiled when he saw all the packed boxes. He couldn’t wait for her to be with him all the time. He’d wanted her there since he rented the place, but she’d thought it better that he and Chenoa had some time together. A familiar pain tore through him when he thought of Chenoa. He shook his head, dispelling any memories; he had to focus on where the fuck Breanna was.
Deciding to ride around town and see if he could find her, he killed the light and walked toward the living room, then stopped dead in his tracks. The scraping and jiggling at the front door told him someone was trying to break in. He stepped to the side and hid himself against the wall.
The door swung open and a tall, skinny man walked in. Steel recognized him as the man he’d seen Breanna hugging on the porch that night a couple of months back.It’s her fucking brother. Why the hell is he breaking into her place?He saw him go over to the TV set and pull on the wires.He’s fucking stealing from his own sister. What a dirtbag.Then he remembered Breanna had told him her brother was a heroin addict.
He came out of the shadows and tackled him, the younger man yelling, “What the fuck? Get off me!”
Steel flipped him over and straddled his chest. “Where the fuck is Breanna?”
Nicholas shook his head. “I don’t know who you’re talking about.”
He smacked him in the face a couple of times. “I don’t have time for this bullshit. I know you’re her brother. Where the fuck is she?”
“Get off me and I’ll tell you.”
Steel got up and lifted Nicholas by the front of his shirt. “Talk.”
The man scratched at his arms and neck. “Uh… she’s in trouble.”
His insides went taut and he narrowed his eyes. “What the fuck does that mean?”
“Candyman has her. I tried to tell her it wasn’t gonna work, but she made me set up the buy. I don’t know. I tried to help her, but I couldn’t. I wanted—”
“Where the fuck was the buy?”
“Fifth and Grape. Behind O’Riley’s. I tried to help her.”
Why the fuck she’d do something so stupid, he had no clue. All he knew was that he had to get to her. He’d already lost Chenoa; he wouldn’t survive if he lost her too. “Give me the fucker’s phone number. Now!”
Nicholas took out his phone and fumbled with it as Steel pulled his out, calling Paco.
“Tell Goldie, Diablo, Crow, Skull, Rooster, and Chains to get to Breanna’s house stat. Tell ’em to come loaded.”
“Will do. Hey, Hawk called. He said he was finally able to crack the fuckin’ code the Demon Riders had in their computer. He said he knows who the distributor is in Alina.”
His ears pounded. “Who?”
“Richard Raley. Hawk said he’s a crooked cop. FBI fucker.”
Steel’s face stiffened as liquid fire coursed through his veins. “I know the sonofabitch.”
“The brothers are on their way.”
Steel hung up and paced as he waited for the screaming cams of six Harleys. He had to cool his rage way down; he had a job to do. Later, when he had the motherfucker strung up, he could let the rage flow through him, but now he had to be cold and calculating.
It was time to take care of business.
