Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 84788 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 424(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84788 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 424(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
"Philly," K supplied.
"If you say so."
"No train out of here goes straight to Philly," Reign supplied. "She'd have had to switch trains somewhere."
"Regardless," Janie rushed on, "that's what she did. She went to the platform and waited. She actually kinda doubled over for a second at one point," she supplied, hitting a button then turning the screen toward us to show the moment she was talking about. The angle was from the front and a little grainy but I swore I could see genuine anguish there. "Then that's it here obviously. I'm working on finding where that train led. We can get footage from there. I doubt anything happened to her from here to there... seeing as she would have been on the train. No way could someone pull her off of that without a major scene."
I nodded, silently agreeing, but finding no comfort in the words.
For the next ten minutes, there was nothing. Janie worked, metal blaring from her speakers and she barked out an order for coffee which I fetched just to have something to do. When I came back with it and sat down beside Janie, one of her hands landed on my knee and squeezed. "Haven't heard from you after midnight in weeks, Repo," she said, the words cryptic to anyone else in the room except maybe Wolf. But it meant a lot to us. When she was in a good spell sleep-wise, sweet-dreams-wise, I didn't hear from her after midnight. I knew that had something to do with Wolf. So when I didn't call her for weeks on end, she knew it had something to do with Maze. While, I generally hadn't been actually sleeping any better than usual, I had other things to focus on so I didn't have to call Janie.
I had Maze.
Janie knew how much that helped.
She felt the same way about Wolf.
I was choosing not to analyze what that might possibly mean.
There would be time for that when I knew Maze was safe.
The door flew open and Renny stormed in, his face closed down, his fists clenched. I had already stood and so had K, sensing something off. And then in walked Duke, his hand wrapped around the back of Moose's neck.
"Guess who made friends with a couple of fucking Russians?" Duke asked, tossing Moose a couple of feet into the room where he crashed into the new coffee table we replaced after Duke and Renny had ruined the first one with their fight the night before the BBQ.
Moose went to push himself up, but found his palm pinned to the table by one of Janie's massive combat boots. "Oh, I don't think so mother fucker," she said, smiling as Wolf reached out and hauled him up.
"Get the fuck off me. It's none of your business who the fuck I talk to. I don't belong to you."
"Forget one thing," Reign said, moving across the room. "Maze does still belong to this MC. At least until I decide otherwise. So you fuck with her and her safety and you fuck with us and our safety. So it's in your best God damn interest to spill what you know or I'll let those two," he said, waving a hand toward me and K, "take your ass downstairs where no one will hear you scream and rip you to fucking shreds. We clear?"
"Oh, you can talk all big and bad. I was here for six fucking months. You ain't did shit that was the least bit fucking intimidating."
Oh, fuck.
That was the wrong God damn thing to say to Reign.
See, Reign didn't need to use his fists often. He wasn't his father. He didn't need to command respect with violence, he did it with fear. Because those of us who had ever seen him in action, with a gun, with a knife, with his bare hands, yeah, we knew he was not someone you tested. And Moose was testing him.
Reign was going to pass.
And Moose would be lucky to be eating through a straw.
I wasn't gonna lie. I was itching to see that mother fucker bleed.
He'd sold out Maze.
He was why she had to run away.
He was why she was currently fucking missing.
"But this isn't my fight," Reign surprised me by saying, waving a hand toward me. "You remember Repo, right? See what you fucks don't know about Repo is he kind of gets a little... psychotic when something threatens his ideas on loyalty. You and your brother, you made an agreement when you prospected that club business was club business and you were never to speak of it. See, now you've spoken of it. To the fucking Russians no less. I think that might make Repo a little angry. But, see, what's got him over there with that muscle ticking in his jaw and his hands clenched down by his sides... yeah, that's the fact that Maze is his woman. And you might have just gotten her killed."