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“How can you be so goddamn calm?”

“Because I need to be. For you.”

I wrap my arms around Jace’s neck and hug him as tightly as possible. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” He squashes me against his massive chest. “Let’s go find our boy.”

Our boy.

Chapter 3

Jace

For the first time in my life, I have no clue what to do.

The night Oli walked away from us was the hardest thing I’ve ever gone through, and then I had to watch Toby fall apart. I’ve never seen him cry in all my years of knowing him. He went to Oli’s apartment, and when he refused to see him, he came back to me a mess. For two months, I’ve watched him struggle to live without him, and I can’t do anything. Nothing helps because I feel that loss, too. But I need to keep it together for Toby. He just doesn’t know that I drink myself to sleep at night to get a few hours of peace.

I pull Toby back to look into his eyes. “I’ll call Leland and tell him we’re on our way. You go get dressed.”

Toby runs from my office, heading upstairs, and I sit heavily in my office chair, a million thoughts running through my head. What if Oli is hurt? I wasn’t trying to brush off Toby’s concern, but I couldn’t admit out loud that he might actually be in danger. I pick up my phone and dial the number I heard Toby give Kris. It rings several times before going to voicemail. I debate about leaving a message but think better of it. If he is hiding, he won’t want to hear my voice. I call Leland and let him know we’re coming over. He sounds relieved when he hangs up the phone, so I know he’s worried about his friend.

Unlike Toby, I talked to Aiden to find out the full truth, and he was right. No matter what he said, it didn’t make what he did any better. He put Oliver in the worst position as a submissive who put all his trust into his Doms. In turn, he made Toby and me look like we betrayed him, too. If I had known what Aiden was up to, I would never have agreed to break our rule about fulfilling fantasies. We were all struck by Oliver on the site, and I should have seen how eager Aiden was to grant Oli’s wish.

“Let’s go!” Toby yells from the living room. When I get there, he’s already walking into the garage. He swings his leg over his bike and gestures to mine. “We’ll get there faster.”

Grabbing my helmet from the rack in front of the bike, I climb onto it, and we fire them up. We back out of the garage, and Toby opens the throttle, flying through the gates before they’ve barely opened. With a shake of my head, I speed up to ride right behind him. We’ve always been kind of stupid on the bikes, but this is bad even for us. Flying through downtown New York and splitting between cars has my life flashing before my eyes more than once.

We pull over in front of Oliver’s apartment, and Toby’s already walking in before I can get my kickstand down. We ride the elevator up in silence, and Leland jerks the door open before we can knock.

“Anything?” Toby asks, following him in.

“No,” Leland says, pacing. “He doesn’t just leave. He always leaves a note.”

“Are you sure he’s not with a client or something?” I ask, trying to keep them calm.

“That’s another thing. He missed an appointment this morning. Oli has my phone number listed as a backup just in case, and when he didn’t show, they called me.”

“Okay. Have you called his family?”

“All he has is his sister, and she hasn’t heard from him either.”

“Friends?”

“You’re looking at them.”

“What are some of his favorite places to go?”

Leland flops on the couch. “He has a couple. I just have a bad feeling.”

Toby sits on the couch beside Leland. “We’ll find him. We just need to look. I had a detective friend track his phone, and his location is turned off.”

My phone starts ringing before anyone can reply, Kristian’s number flashing across the screen. “What’s up?”

“Just so you know, if I lose my job for this, you owe me big time. Your boy is at the bluffs. His signal has been pinging there for over three hours. Do you need me to send a squad?”

“Not yet, but I’ll let you know if we do. I really appreciate this.”

“Yeah, yeah. I expect payment in crisp hundred dollar bills.” Kris hangs up, and I turn to Leland.

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