Page 97 of Best Served Cold

I shot Nick a grateful look. He winked and fixed his attention on my brother. Puppy pics were the perfect distraction for him right now.

“I’m texting Caleb and telling him to get ready.” Gray’s head was bent over his phone. “He’s closer than we are. He can get there in ten minutes, tops.”

“Thanks. I’ll give you the all-clear when I can.”

I slipped out of the back room and made my way over to the office where Biggs was hopefully still puttering around.

“Hey, boss?” I peeked my head inside the small room.

“Yeah?” Biggs looked up from the pile of papers he was holding. “Everything okay?”

“No.” I slipped inside and closed the door behind me. “A friend of mine sent a couple of weird texts and a video that makes it seem like he’s in trouble. Dash said—”

“Do you know where he is?” Biggs immediately put his papers down.

“Chrysalis.”

He blanched. “Go help your friend.”

“You know that place?”

“I know people who’ve worked there. Let’s just say the guys who run it are cut from the same cloth as Corey and Ray,” he said, referencing our old bosses, who’d been into some shady shit and had nearly run the place into the ground.

Panic made my chest taut, but I ignored it. Fear wouldn’t help me right now.

“I’m sorry to run out like th—”

“It’s fine. Go.” He waved dismissively. “Do you want to take one of the guys with you?”

“I don’t think it’ll come to that.” His offer to send one of the bouncers to help made my stomach swoop.

Biggs had always been good to us. Before he’d bought out our asshat bosses, he’d been our head bouncer and the club dad. He’d always done whatever he could to protect us, and he truly cared about us as people and not just as assets for his business.

“Thanks,” I added, my voice gruff.

“Let me know you guys are safe, okay?” He wiggled his phone at me.

“I will. I’ve got River’s phone so the text will come from him.”

With a clumsy wave, I slipped out of the office and hurried out to the parking lot.

I started up our car and checked the map River sent me.

The club wasn’t far, only ten miles away.

Noah hadn’t answered by the time I pulled into a parking spot two blocks from Chrysalis. Was he still here?

Not thinking about how I was going to find him if he wasn’t in the club anymore, I strode toward the entrance, practically barreling over any idiot too stupid to get out of my way.

The fact there was no lineup outside, and no bouncer at the door, was sus as fuck, but at least it made getting inside easy.

The entrance opened up to a small area with a bored-looking bouncer playing on his phone and leaning against the wall next to a set of doors I assumed led into the club.

“Ten bucks.” He barely looked up at me.

I pulled a bill from my wallet and handed it to him.

He waved to the door distractedly, still focused on his phone. “Enjoy.”

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