Page 76 of Hidden Desires
This time, Lucas’s name appeared on the screen.
Why was he calling? Lucas never called him.
“You should probably get that,” the stranger next to him suggested, placing his glass down on the bar.
Blade watched the man for a moment, suddenly realizing that this was no chance encounter.
He picked up his phone and accepted the call.
“Yeah?” Blade asked, anger and curiosity battling it out in his belly.
“Blade?” Lucas asked all in a panic. “Is Ace there with you?”
Blade’s stomach dropped.
“No. Why would he be here with me? Isn’t he there with Marcus?”
“No. That’s the thing. I came to his room to check on him after dinner, and the door was open, and his room was trashed. We were hoping that he stormed off and took off after you.”
Blade jumped up from his stool, all in a panic.
“No, he’s not here with me. What do you mean his room was trashed? When did he go missing?”
“We don’t know. Marcus didn’t hear a thing, and the rest of us were out having a bite to eat. This was a couple of hours ago. We were hoping that he stormed off and would return once he had a chance to cool off. But now we are getting worried.”
Blade’s heart was pounding in his ears. Where was Ace?
“Luc? I’m going to try calling Ace’s cell and see if I can find him. I’ll give you a call when I can.”
“Blade… no, I think?—”
Blade didn’t give Luc a chance to finish his sentence. He hung up the phone and turned to glare at the man sitting next to him.
The stool was empty.
Blade glanced around the bar but could not locate the man with the scorpion tattoo.
The sound of a cell phone ringing caught Blade’s attention.
He glanced down at the phone in his hand before quickly realizing that the phone ringing was not his.
Lying on the bar, next to where the mystery man had been sitting, was a cell phone.
The screen lit up “Blocked Call.”
Snatching the phone, Blade quickly answered with an angry snarl.
“Where is he?”
“Good. Now that we have your attention.”
We?
Blade glanced around, but did not notice anyone staring back at him. The bar was mostly empty, save for a few drunk-as-fuck lowlifes who seemed more interested in what was floating in their glasses than anything going on around the bar.
“Who are you? And what did you do with Ace?”
There was heavy breathing on the other end of the phone.
