“She’s not here,” I say through gritted teeth.
“What the fuck is going on?” he questions. “I got a text from her, but it was just a bunch of jumbled letters. Then when I called her, it went straight to voicemail.”
“Son of a bitch!” I roar. I’m fucking fuming. I slam the burner phone on the bar top. If that asshole Ghost hurts my girl, I will fucking raise hell. Hades himself will be worried.
“We were set up,” Saint tells him.
“How?” Buster looks between me and Saint.
“Tech got a hit on Brody. In Springacre, a fucking hour away. Only when we got there, the town was deserted and the address took us to a torn down building,” Saint explains to him. Rivet starts to wake up and Saint goes to sit next to her.
“We got back not long before y’all showed up. Chains was in the guard booth, knocked out. When we got in here, those three,” I point to Rivet, Bear and Trix who just woke up. “Were passed out. Zombie and Candy are nowhere to be found.”
“Ughh. What the hell happened?” Rivet groans. She looks around the room and her face drops. “Where’s Minx?”
“Riv, what’s the last thing you remember?” Saint asks her.
“Minx and I were talking. Candy brought us something to drink. Maybe ten minutes later, Minx said she wasn’t feeling well and was going to go lay down. I told her I was going to nap here.” She shakes her head. “Something felt really off, but I couldn’t stop myself from falling asleep.” Saint is rubbing her back, trying to comfort her as she starts to cry.
“That mother fucker!” Buster shouts. I look at him and he’s got the burner phone in his hand.
“You know who Ghost is?” I ask, walking closer to him.
“Yeah, but no one knew him as Ghost. Or that he was in any way affiliated with the Iron Lords.” He looks me in the eyes and so only I can hear, says, “That’s her piece of shit ex.”
I clench my fists so tight that I feel my nails dig into my palms. I’m trying like hell to keep my anger contained. I feel like the Hulk is about to bust out, I’m so fucking pissed. I start pacing, I feel like I’m a fucking caged animal. I need to do something. Find this mother fucker and make him pay. I stop pacing and head outside when I hear a group of motorcycles pull up. Prez and the brothers are back.