Page 151 of Mess With Me

CHAPTER41

Griffin

My bike’s not fast enough. A chopper would be faster, but arranging it, getting it here on time…

I ramp up my speed. I’m pushing it. The speedometer says I’m well over one hundred. I angle impatiently around cars on the freeway.

In my ears, there’s the tinny sound of a phone ringing, then Sasha’s voicemail message again. “The caller you are trying to reach—”

“Fuck!” I shout into my Bluetooth. I tap the button on my helmet to disconnect the call.

My phone rings a split second later.

“Slow the fuck down,” Ford yells when I pick up. He’s in a rental car somewhere behind me.

Ford doesn’t yell.

“I can’t.”

“You can.”

“My wife is in fucking danger!” I shout.

“And you’re no use to her dead.” Ford matches my volume.

He’s scared. I’ve never heard him scared before. That’s because I’m acting like a fucking maniac. Right after I saw that text from Sasha, I knew she was in danger. I knew, somehow, that what happened to Lionel was connected to Creelman, to Macklin.

To my girl.

“We’re close, Griff.” His voice is still hard and loud, but I can hear him forcing calm into it. “We’ll be there in under an hour.”

Ford’s right. I need to slow down. As if to prove it, a pair of red taillights appears in front of me, coming at me way too fast. I squeal around the back of the bus, nearly fishtailing.

Adrenaline rockets through me at the near miss.

“Fuck me.” I slow down. Just a little.

“I never should have let you drive,” Ford says.

This isn’t like me. Ford knows it, and I know it. I never let feelings control me. But the gloves came off when Sasha came into my life.

“Did you get through to Cass?” I ask once my heart rate steadies a little.

“Yeah. No sign of Sasha at your place. Lights off.”

“Chester’s?” Cass said that was where Sasha said she was going tonight before her place.

A pause.

“Ford, fucking talk to me.” I feel the bike picking up speed again, and I let it come back down, breathing as calmly as I can.

“Not sure if she made it over there.”

“Well, fucking find out!”

“Take a fucking breath, Griffin. I’ve got a text into her. I’ll call when we hang up.” His voice is calm again. I veer into the fast lane to pass a semi-trailer, but I do it at a reasonable speed. Sort of.

I can tell he’s debating whether to tell me something.

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