“No, we don’t have to wait. There are twenty men out front. I’m sure the one who took Lucky is gone. If he is, I’ll find out which one it is. Who did you report to?”
“Lucky. But he gave me a number in case of an emergency.”
“Call it. Then call me back.” The call went dead.
She immediately called the number Lucky had made her memorize. It answered on the first ring.
“Hello?”
She recognized the cold voice.
“Shade, I can’t find Calder. And Lucky had me drop him off at the Destructor’s clubhouse, but he’s not there.” She held her phone tighter.
“Where are you?”
“At my apartment. Stud is calling Killyama to bring Hammer and Jonas to me.”
“I see her and Train pulling out of the parking lot now. Make sure you keep a gun in your hand until they’re there.” Shade kept his instructions short and clipped.
“I was hoping Lucky was at The Last Riders’ clubhouse.”
“He’s not. I got to go. Stud’s on the other line.” The phone went dead.
She waited several minutes before calling Stud back, wanting to give him time to talk to Shade. She took the opportunity to lower her blinds.
When she called Stud back and he answered, she could hear a commotion going on in the background.
“What’s going on?” she yelled when Stud’s voice didn’t come over the line.
“It was Bear.”
She sat down on the couch, setting the gun down next to her. “Did he say where Calder and Lucky are?”
Crazy Bitch started crying. She had loved Bear like a brother. Many times, he had spent the night on her couch. She had even cried on his shoulder when she had broken up with Joker.
“Not yet. But he will. I’ll call you back when I find something out.”
She remained on the couch, holding her phone in one hand and her gun in the other.
Calder had wanted her to download an app so she would know where he was all the time, and vice versa, but she had told him no. She hadn’t wanted him tracking her movements while she was an informant. She had made a lame excuse, and they hadn’t done it.
Crazy Bitch cried harder. She couldn’t live without him. Going through the same monotonous existence would drive her crazy for real.
Calder was so gentle. Even when he spanked her, it was like being swatted by a three-year-old. When she had shaved a rat on his head, he had never said anything to her. Even when she had pulverized his dick, he hadn’t broken up with her. A man like that would be impossible to replace.
When a knock sounded on the door, she ran toward it, looking through the peephole. She opened it when she saw it was Killyama and Train.
“Jonas and Hammer aren’t with you?” she asked, locking the door when they came inside.
“They’re watching the parking lot.”
“Stud said it was Bear who must have done something to Lucky and—”
“Sit down, Crazy Bitch.”
She had been friends with Killyama a long time, long enough to know she wasn’t going to like what the woman was about to say.
“You found Calder?”
“Not yet, but Stud found Lucky.”
She shakily sat down on the couch. “Is he alive?” She had grown to like the man since she had begun working with him.
“Barely. Bear slit his throat and stabbed him several times before throwing him down the ravine behind the clubhouse. They don’t know if he’s going to make it.”
Crazy Bitch buried her face in her hands, crying. “This is my fault. If I had just minded my own business, he would have never come out of retirement,” she sobbed. “He just had a baby. If he dies, his son will be fatherless because of me. I tried to help because I wanted to find out who kept supplying my mother with pills. It was never worth getting Lucky and Calder killed.”
“Lucky isn’t dead yet, and neither is Calder.” Train took a seat next to her. “And as far as it being worth Lucky’s life, he knew the cost of what he was doing. He always has. He doesn’t know how to turn a blind eye to what goes on around him, and he admired you for risking your life.”
“He told you?” She lowered her hands at his words.
“Yes. He told me and Killyama. He would have never let you do something dangerous without having you watched. Calder was watched, too. We can’t understand how he was taken. I was the one watching him. The last time I saw him, he was going to the bathroom in the shelter. I didn’t want to make it obvious I was following him. He didn’t come back outside, and I couldn’t find him. His bike was still where he parked it in the parking lot of the shelter.”
“That’s the parking lot that Shade said you were pulling out of. I assumed it was The Last Riders’.”