Page 60 of Lake
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Bridget
I was going to sit on that address for one more night, then write the building off as a dead end. I couldn’t believe that I was even giving it that. In my heart, I knew there was nothing there but I was at a loss.
I had hoped that maybe Cable would have been able to give me something else to go on, but since I hadn’t seen him or heard anything from Lake, I figured there were other pressing club matters that needed to be dealt with. And had a feeling I didn’t want to try and step in the middle of all of that shit. I wasn’t going to argue or get upset. I understood how it all went.
I headed out a little earlier in hopes of catching some signs of life on the street. But it was clear that even though the sun was still out, there was nothing going on.
I got out of the SUV, thinking a walk might turn up something. I knew to keep my eyes open and my guard up, I wasn’t that stupid.
A trip around the block and through some alleyways came up empty. I was convinced that there was nothing here. This place was seriously a damn Ghost Town. I even peeked in a few of the office entrances, only to find them looking clean but obviously unoccupied.
“What the fuck?” I asked out loud and shook my head.
Two hours. That was it. I was going to sit there for two hours and then I was done. I was already feeling a little tired and just wanted to get some sleep.
The sun was setting and there was a cold chill rolling in too quickly for my liking.
As soon as I climbed into the SUV and got settled down, my thoughts went to Lake. I was surprised that he actually kept up with me. And damn, did he rock my world. It was kinda crazy and strange. I hadn’t pictured him fucking like he had. Sure there were those awkward moments, but that was just as much my fault as his.
Which, okay, it actually made me feel more comfortable.
I was me and I had accepted that I wasn’t like everyone else. I didn’t have a problem with it and if someone did, I didn’t give a fuck. But I had to say, it was nice to have someone that kind of got it and was maybe just as odd as me.
I had been so lost in thought that I didn’t see the shadows until they completely surrounded the SUV.
“Shit!” I sat up with a start and reached for the glove box where I had stowed my gun. “Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
“Not a wise move,” the deep voice said from the other side of the driver’s side door. “Hands up, step out. Slowly.”
I froze, unsure of what the fuck I should do. Yeah, I was panicking a little. Okay, fuck, a lot!
I hated that they could see through the tint. Which, how the hell? Because that shit was dark.
Lake.
Yes. I needed…
And the light went off in my head.
“Okay,” I called out as my eyes bounced around at the six men that surrounded the front half of the SUV. “Let me get the keys. This isn’t my car and I don’t want it to get stolen.”
Spotting my cell right there in the cup holder, I moved slowly. I unlocked it blindly because I was afraid to look away from the huge men dressed in suits that had guns trained on me.
Oh, yeah, forgot to mention that part. These weren’t standard police issued ones either, which led me to think there was something more going on here. These men weren’t cops or detectives and I had clearly stepped into the middle of something— yet again. I knew I had to keep the tiger tucked away this time, there would be no jumping out of the car and punching someone. All of these men were scary big. Like the kind that could crush me between their fingers, big.
I quickly flicked and tapped my finger over the screen. Once I had Lake’s name visible, I hit the call button the killed then screen again. Then I reached into my pocket, doing my spectacular magic trick of tucking my phone in there and pulling the keys out at the same time.
I let out a short laugh just to keep the charade going.
“They were in my pocket the whole time.” I jungled them in the air for effect. “Coming out.”
I did so, slowly. I liked my body without extra holes in it and I had a feeling that one wrong move would leave me with a permanent reminder of this night.
Once my feet were on the pavement, I clicked the lock button for the car.
“Please,” I said a little loudly. “Don’t hurt me. I don’t know what I’ve done. You can put down your guns. I’m going with you. It’s not like if I even tried to run, I’d get away from all six of you.”
