Page 60 of Ride or Dies

“I might’ve also forgotten that it’s been in my wallet since I finished it.”

I shook my head. “You are the dumbest smart kid I know.”

“Anyway,” Tucker said. “I knew that you weren’t going to let her stay, so I thought it’d be a good idea to try it out in case we needed her again.”

“I guess if we don’t have any luck finding Clayton, we could try to talk to her again,” Mason said. “Or maybe Clayton will call her when he realizes the camera isn’t transmitting anymore.”

I didn’t realize that the office door wasn’t completely closed until a woman’s voice said, “Are you talking about Clayton Pierce?”

Jenna stepped into the room, a strange expression on her face.

“Yeah,” I said. “We’re looking for him.”

“I came here to yell at you three idiots for not protecting Evie, but I might’ve fucked up just as bad.”

“What happened?” Mason asked. “Are you okay? Is Evie?”

“Why do you need to find Clayton?” she asked instead of answering his question.

“He’s the one who got Rikki to put a camera in my room,” I said. “We don’t know why, or if he’s the only one behind it, but we’re gonna ask him when we find him.”

“And I don’t plan on asking nicely,” Mason added.

“I don’t know where he is right this second, but I passed his car on my way here.” Jenna sat down like her legs couldn’t hold her. “He was on Evie’s road, heading for her house. And he doesn’t live around there.”

“Where does he live?” Mason asked as I pulled my phone out of my pocket.

“I don’t know,” Jenna said. “I just heard him saying something to RJ once about being on the opposite side of Bedford.”

My heart thudded painfully against my ribs as I tapped on Sweeper’s name. Fear coated my tongue as the call rang…and rang…and rang. I’d been in a lot of dangerous situations, times when I didn’t know if I was going to make it out alive. I’d had my brothers—both blood and chosen—in harm’s way and saw them hurt more times than I could count.

The only other time I’d ever felt this sort of fear gripping me was when I saw those Cobras shooting into Rocky’s and knew that Evie and Jenna were inside.

“This is Sweeper. I’ll probably answer a text, but if you need to talk to me, tell me why and I’ll get back to you.”

The phone beeped to tell me to leave my message, but I just stared at it for at least five full seconds before ending the call. I felt my siblings’ eyes on me, but I didn’t look at them, focusing instead on sending a text.

911 call me

I watched it show as delivered and waited to see if it would be read. I’d known Sweeper for years, and the only way he didn’t answer a text pretty much immediately was if he was sleeping or fucking, and I knew he wasn’t doing either of those things when he was supposed to be watching Evie. Hell, I’d actually even seen him answer a text while he had a club slut bouncing on his dick in the main room. It was the reason I’d picked him. I knew I could trust him to stay on task the whole time.

“He’s not answering,” I said finally.

“Me either,” Mason said. “And I doubt both of us don’t have our texts getting through.”

“Three,” Tucker said grimly. “And this is worse.”

We all looked at him, Jenna’s face so pale that I thought she might pass out or throw up. I knew she wouldn’t want me focusing on her, though—not right now.

“Sweeper is one of the guys who decided to put that Find a Friend app on his phone. And this one’s damn accurate.”

“Where is he?” I asked.

“In front of Evie’s house,” Tucker said. “But that’s not the bad. I hacked into the personal information part of the app, and it shows that the phone suddenly fell about ten minutes ago and it hasn’t moved since.”

“Go,” Jenna choked out. “Go find my friend and beat the shit out of anyone who has her.”

As we started toward the door, Jenna added something else.

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