Page 63 of The Right Woman

“What?”

Hustling over to him, I thrust my forearm into his chest and pin him against his window. “Where is Piper? Your girlfriend’s sister. I think you know where she is.”

“Why should I know?”

“Because you’ve been following her. Trying to steal her purse. Sending virus links to her phone. Probably broke into her apartment. And I think you killed your stepmother.”

He scoffs, spit flying from his mouth. “That’s absurd!”

I unlock the window and shove it open. “If you don’t tell me now, then I think you’ll take a tumble from this window. It won’t kill you, but it’ll hopefully break a few pieces off. That is, until I load your broken body into my truck. Then, we’ll have a great time. My brother back there knows exactly which internal organs to remove to keep you alive and talking.”

“Shit. I-I didn’t kill anyone. Your girlfriend’s a whore. Met someone at a sex club tonight. Maeve said she goes there a lot.” With some effort, he tries to sell me a casual smirk, but his lips tremble. “You didn’t know? Thought you were the only one? No. She’s a skank, man. Sorry to break it to you.”

“Who did she meet there?”

“Hell if I know. I doubt you’re the only old guy dick she rides.”

I pull him back from the window and shove him at Rhodes, who grabs him by the collar of his T-shirt. “He’s going to be useful for us. Let’s take him,” I say.

With a heavy foot on the gas, I motor straight downtown to The Rosebud after checking my app on where the club is located tonight. That’s where she went, I know it. I have a feeling this douchebag tied up in the backseat lured her there. Him or his father.

Glancing in the rearview mirror, I ask, “Why did you do it?”

He murmurs against the duct tape over his mouth until Rhodes rips it off, and the kid gasps. “Do what? I didn’t do shit, assholes. You all are in so much fucking trouble! Do you know who my father is? WhoIam?”

“Yeah. You’re the kid who killed his stepmom. Maeve’s boyfriend.”

Even in the pale light, I can see his skin growing red. “I didn’t kill anyone. Meghan justdied. No one killed her. You dumb fucks can’t even get your facts straight.”

“You poisoned her, didn’t you?”

But he just shakes his head and stays silent. Rhodes eyes me from the passenger seat, but his body is turned, ready to pounce on the kid at any moment.

As soon as we pull up to the entrance, I grab Sean from the back and shove him toward the bouncer. Flashing my entry card on my phone, the bouncer stops and eyes Sean.

“Don… You’re looking different tonight. Trouble with this one?”

“Yeah. He or his father kidnapped my girlfriend.”

“Who’s your girlfriend?”

“Piper. Pink hair.”

He nods at me. “Yep. She arrived about an hour ago. Alone, though. Haven’t seen her leave yet. Go on in.”

Once we get inside, I scan the room. A few regulars are posted at various tables and Tarin is working the bar. As I head that way, Sean shuffles his steps, trying to slow our progress, but I punch his kidney until he hurries forward.

“Don?”

“Yeah. I know I look different without the mask and get-up. I’m looking for Piper. And in a hurry.”

“Piper… I haven’t seen her.”

“Mind checking the footage to see if she’s in a room?”

She leaves through a door in the back and returns. “Um, I hate to break it to you, but she’s here. Butwithsomeone. In the bondage room.”

“She’s not here willingly.”

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