I stiffen and I hear Nick curse under his breath as he begins to pace. “What the fuck did you just say?” I grip the phone tighter.
“Ellington. It would be a shame for something to happen to your wife,” he says, sounding bored as fuck. Like he’s sitting in a chair, feet propped up on a desk while staring at a drink in his hand.
“You son of a bitch!” I shout, and Tyson pries the cell from my grip. “Let me speak to her,” I demand.
Tyson raises his hand to me, putting the phone to his mouth. “Where is she?” he asks, sounding much calmer than me. He doesn’t care what happens to her. He doesn’t love her.
The guy laughs again. “Since when did you become the father of the younger Lords, Ty?” he asks. “You gave up your title to babysit. Sounds beneath you, if you ask me. You had so much potential”
Tyson’s jaw flexes but he refuses to acknowledge that. “You have no use for her.”
“Oh, I could think of a lot of ways to make her useful…”
“I’ll fucking kill you!” I rush Tyson to grab the phone, but Nick pulls me back while Tyson moves out of the way at the same time. My teeth grind at the pain I feel in my chest while Nick’s hands pull my skin, taking my breath away for a split second.
“Does the kid not track his pet?” He makes a tsking sound. “Ty, man, you’re disappointing us. You need to teach these younger Lords how to handle their whores.”
Tyson looks at me, arching a brow, and I nod quickly. Shrugging my shoulders, Nick lets go of me and I raise my hands, letting him know I’m not about to tackle Tyson to the floor. I need to know where she is first.
Stepping over to Tyson, he hands me the phone and I don’t hang up, but back out of the call to go to the app that I track her phone on. “It’s turned off,” I growl. She must have shut it off after I called her.
“I suggestifyou get her back, that you place a tracker inside of her,” he goes on. “Phones can be manipulated.”
“Where the fuck is she?” I’m screaming so loud, my throat hurts. My entire body is shaking. Or that could be the adrenaline. I feel like I’m back at Carnage in the room, tied up, and needing to fight but unable to.
The thought of getting her back with 666 branded into her skin makes me want to vomit. I’ll have Gavin knock her out while I remove it… My head snaps up to Tyson as a thought hits me and I stiffen.
“What?” he mouths.
All I can do is stare at him.I branded her.The Lords’ crest on her thigh. They’ll remove it. Cut her open like a fish while she hangs there in the cold room. I can’t let that happen to her. Swallowing what little pride I have left, I say, “What do you want?” They wouldn’t have called me. Otherwise, they would have just taken her.
Click.
“MOTHERFUCKER!”
“Let’s go.” Tyson snaps into action and all I can think is that I did this to her. It’s my fault. “Easton?” he barks my name, hand on my shoulder. “Do you have trackers on anything else?”
“No…” I trail off, trying to think. “But I’ve got cameras in our house.” I pull them up, only to find no activity on them.
“Her parents’ house. Don’t you have cameras on it?” he goes on.
I pull up the camera in her bedroom. It’s the only place in the house that I have them. “Nothing,” I growl, my hands shaking while holding my cell. I go to exit out of it but pause. Squinting, I look down and see her phone sitting on her desk. “Wait.” I open up a new angle and see the French doors open, glass on the floor. “She was there,” I call out.
Rewinding the recording, I turn up the volume for everyone in the room to hear what I’m seeing.
“How many?” Tyson asks when she runs out and they chase after her, causing the sound to go silent again.
“Two.” Her father is the one who answers next to me, watching it over my shoulder.
I don’t wait for any of them, I turn and rush to the door, up the stairs, and out into the cold night.
“I’ll drive,” Gavin offers, and I look behind me to see he brought a bag with him. That after he heard what I saw, he thinks she’s going to need him for medical help. Looking around, I notice that his car is the only one in the parking lot so I’m not sure how we got here. Or what she left in.
“Sin, I’m going to need you to stay back. You can’t be tearing stiches open,” Gavin says once we’re all loaded in his car.
“I’m fine.”
“You have limits right now.” It’s Nick who sits beside me in the back that speaks.