Page 69 of Devil's Work: Dark

Jayleen answering the phone.

Our Come-to-Jesus argument.

Dark telling me he loves me while I’m in the hospital after getting the concussion.

He wants babies with me.

Four kids total.

The kids he’s never going to get, at least not from me because I know what this is. Maybe he’ll find another woman to help him raise the kids. Maybe he’ll get those babies somewhere else, but I won’t be there to enjoy them.

The pictures begin to dim. The fog is replaced by blackness. The blackness grows thicker. Yeah, I know what this is. My life is flashing before my eyes.

I’m dying.

19

DARK

“Keep trying to call her,” I bark. Green nods at my order, pulling his phone out from his pocket and hitting Dela’s contact again.

I try Rae again.

Still no answer.

“Get Sarge on the line,” I snap at Green. “See if his team has any leads.”

“Don’t need to. He’s calling,” Green replies, then he answers, putting the phone up to his ear. “We’re meeting at the garage,” he tells me. “His people have found something.”

Slamming down on the accelerator, I blow through the mountain turns faster than is safe, but Green doesn’t give me shit because his woman is missing, too. And I turn into the parking lot of the club’s legitimate garage in less than ten minutes.

Sarge and Vlad are already there. Cutter and Rough turn in behind me. And I’ve got brothers approaching the door before I cut the engine.

“What we got?” I ask Sarge while sliding out of the truck cab.

“My team’s been working. Hacked Rae’s cell carrier to see where her phone signal has pinged off in the last several hours. They coordinated that with addresses nearby. There’s only one for two miles.”

“Give it to me.”

“Can they do that for Dela?” Green asks, coming around the truck to join us.

“Dela’s missing?” Sarge asks.

“Haven’t been able to get a hold of her,” he says and the brother is seriously on the verge of a freak-out.

Rough moves next to Green, pressing his hand on Green’s shoulder in a move that makes me think he’s picking up on the brother’s freak-out and is locking him down before it happens. “You sure she’s missing and didn’t just run because things are getting hot here?” Rough asks.

“Fuck you—shedidn’t run.”

“Enough,” Vlad orders. “Sarge, get your man on Dela’s number. What carrier?”

“Same as Rae,” Green answers. “She just switched numbers when she moved to Nashville. Something about a fresh start.” His face drops.

Sarge has his phone to his ear, giving direction to his man. Since it’s the same carrier, it doesn’t take him long to hone in on Dela’s phone. The man’s a fucking genius. He’d certainly be welcome if he ever wants to join the club.

After hanging up, Sarge opens an email his man sent him. It’s a map of the places where Rae’s phone pinged. It’s also got Dela’s. And… “Fuck,” I shout. The brothers look at me then down at the map. “Rae and Dela’s phones are right on top of each other.” I point to it on the map.

“Where is that exactly?” Vlad asks.

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