Epilogue
Nobody ever told meshit, and it was really starting to piss me off. I didn’t know what was happening with Shadow or why he suddenly appeared with Stefanie. She looked like she’d been traumatized to the point that I worried if she was raped or something. The club stayed behind the doors of the chapel often, and I knew shit was serious. The bad part about being a prospect was that you didn’t know shit about club business, and you couldn’t ask either.
I fucking hated being left out.
This sinking feeling in my gut proved shit was about to go down again. We still hadn’t snuffed out all those goddamn Russians, and I knew my cousin was involved with part of it because I’d heard her name brought up a couple of times by Grim. Twitchy had a knack for finding trouble. She was like a magnet for it. I didn’t fault her for that, but her heart was too big, and her mouth was even bigger, and now I was just worried about her all the time.
The Russians were still taking girls. Resnikov was still out there plotting and planning with the Scorpions MC. Shit was about to get fucking dangerous.
With a frown, I redialed Twitchy’s number. No answer. Not even voice mail.
This was bad.
Panicking, I flung open the door to my room and ran down the hall, rushing into the common room where a stranger with a military cut and a grim smile looked up as I entered. Something about the way he stood there, all stiff and aggressive, told me he wasn’t here for a pleasant conversation.
“Where is she?” I demanded, knowing this was about my cousin. Of course, she was more like a sister since she helped raise me.
“Name’s Ace,” he responded, running a hand through his hair. “Twitchy got mixed up in some bad business. I can’t find her, and I can’t get ahold of her. She’s off the grid.” He swallowed hard. “I’m worried she went rogue.”
Rogue? As a Royal Harlot, she already patched into her MC, but Twitchy always had a wild side as long as I could remember. She was independent and opinionated and did whatever the fuck she wanted. Shit. She was in trouble.
“You sure she’s missing?” I asked, cracking my knuckles.
“Yeah, Toad. She would have texted me back.”
“Well, Ace, we need to figure out a plan because we’re going to find her.”
“I hear ya, kid.”
“Good.”
Nobody was hurting her if I could help it—time to hunt down Twitchy.