Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 39123 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 196(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39123 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 196(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
I’m going to fucking find you, baby. Just hang on for me.
Nothing. All nine of us who went searching for him got a big fat nothing. No bike. No sign of an accident. And the tracker in his phone pinged at the bottom of a fucking river.
Everyone else was crashing for a couple of hours before resuming their searches, but I couldn’t sleep. Couldn’t fucking do anything but think of where the fuck Chase might be. Was he already dead? Was he being tortured? He wouldn’t have run away. He lived and breathed this club, and he loved Sophia too goddamn much to ever leave her behind.
I pushed open the door to Scorpion’s office, not bothering to knock. He looked up at me through tired eyes, his burner phone revealing Geek’s name. Clearly, they were still working on finding him. I was glad to see I wasn’t the only one who couldn’t rest.
“I’m going off-grid,” I told Scorpion. He clenched his jaw, looking like he was ready to fight me on it, but fuck him. I wasn’t sitting around while Chase possibly suffered. “You can fight me on it if you want, Scorpion, but I’m going whether you like it or not. Johnston sent me here for a reason; I know how to be invisible. Let me fucking find him.”
Scorpion scrubbed his hands down his face before he jerkily nodded his head. “Fine.” I turned for the door. “But Trigger,” I turned my head to look over my shoulder at him, “don’t you fucking go missing, too, you hear me? Find him and bring him home.”
I nodded once and left the room, heading upstairs. I wouldn’t pack anything; wouldn’t need it. Going underground meant no comforts. No motels. No beds. No showers. I’d more than likely be camping out in the woods or whatever abandoned buildings I could find.
My burner phone rang as I was walking into Chase’s apartment. It smelled so much like him in here that my chest ached with longing for him. Sophia was curled up on Chase’s side of the bed, her arms wrapped around his pillow, but at the sound of my ringing phone, she lifted her head, blinking at me through sleepy eyes.
“What?” I growled into the phone.
“I’m sending you some files,” Geek informed me, not bothered by my bad mood. “It’s every property owned by the Russians. I figured you could start close to you and slowly expand out.”
I was so glad I had this club to fall back on. My brothers would never fucking let me down, and I knew, even when I made decisions they didn’t agree with, they’d always have my back.
“Thanks,” I grunted.
“Stay safe, Trigger.”
He ended the call, and I tossed my phone onto the mattress before kicking my boots off. In case something happened to me, too, I wanted one more time with Sophia. I couldn’t drag this out. Couldn’t worship her like I wanted, but I could give her this before I left.
“What—” I cut her off with a kiss, my tongue dipping into her mouth to taste her—a combination of coffee and toothpaste. She rolled onto her back, and I pulled the blankets from around her, revealing her bare thighs. She was wearing one of Chase’s grease-stained, gray t-shirts. That would be staying on. Fuck, she looked so damn good when she was wearing his clothes.
With one hand braced beside her head, I undid my jeans and shoved them down just enough to free my cock. She quickly pulled her panties to the side, and I slid in deep, groaning into her mouth as her pussy wrapped around me, always so warm, wet, and tight.
God.
“You’re leaving, aren’t you?” she asked, her voice cracking.
I cupped her cheek, nodding as I rocked in and out of her. “Yeah, sunshine. I’m leaving,” I said softly. “I have to go find him.”
Her lips trembled, and with shaking fingers, she reached up and cupped my cheek, too, her fingers sliding into my beard. A tear ran down her face, her pretty, dark eyes glimmering in the moonlight streaming in through the window. “Please bring him home, Trigger.”
I nodded. “I will, sunshine. I fucking promise. I’ll bring him home to you.”
She dragged me down so my body was flattened on top of hers. We moved together, her hips rising to meet each of my thrusts. I burrowed my face in the curve of her neck, my arms banding together beneath her so I could squeeze her to me as I fucked into her, desperately seeking release and trying to get her off, too.
When she came, she burst into tears, and fuck, every part of me ached. Because Chase should have been here, too. He should’ve experienced our beautiful woman getting off.
I kissed her damp cheeks as I pulled out of her. When I stood from the bed, she curled back onto her side, tugging the blanket over her. I pushed her blonde hair out of her face, wishing I could take her pain and make it my own.