Page 52 of Toxic Things I Love About You

He didn’t say shit, but our speed increased and he damn near hit a pedestrian or five. Whatever, they’d recover.

We were closing in until a fucking truck pulled out. Parks barely had enough time to correct before we ended up being far more useless to Emilee than fucking roadkill.

“Shit,” Parks said.

A second later, we had made our way around the truck, but by the time we came out around it, she was gone. I grabbed my phone out of my pocket and looked for her little dot and nothing.

“She turned off her damn phone. I’m running plates.”

I tried to focus on texting Gage the plate number as Parks tried to find the car, but at this point, she could have gone down any number of roads. She could be going further in the city or out of it. Nothing on this side of town was easy to predict because everything intersected. This was, however, heading away from gangs and mafia and into something much worse. Rich people.

“I think I know whose car that is,” Parks hollered over his shoulder. “We’re heading to my place.”

The bike jerked. I had to grab the fucker’s shoulder to not get thrown off.

“Be nice. Without me, you wouldn’t even know that she was missing.”

He might have responded, but who knew? The wind filled my ears, and the fucking stuttered beat in my chest filled my ears with the sound of the broken heart in my damn chest. It drowned out everything else.

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“You tell no one that I rode bitch on that bike,” I said as we walked into the building.

“What?” Parks answered, and I just smirked.

“Exactly. What are we doing here?”

He rolled his eyes.

“The building you’ve been to is the front for Rossi Holdings. Sure, there is some legit work done there, but for the most part, it’s just what kept everything looking less suspicious. The top floor of this building is where most of the work I do takes place.”

We got into the service elevator, and I’d never been more annoyed to watch damn numbers appear and blink by. Fucking elevator seemed slow.

“Where do you think she went?”

Parks took a deep breath.

“She walked out on you, right? She sent Halle some cryptic shit text about it. She’s trying to prove something, I’d guess. Not sure what you did, by the way, but if you broke her heart, I will break you.”

“That doesn’t answer the question, and I didn’t do shit. She got all weird when I didn’t wake her up to deal with one of the guys from the club where my brother had that damn meeting.”

Parks kept his mouth shut while he checked his phone.

“Any word on who the plate belonged to?” he asked.

Just as he spoke, my phone vibrated, and I answered.

“Gage, give me something good.”

“Yeah, boss. It’s good. Those plates are registered to Rossi Holdings as a fleet car.”

Shit.

“Parks, the car is registered to the company.”

From my position behind him, I couldn’t exactly see his face, but I could tell by the way he squared up his shoulders, he was pissed.

“I think we pay my uncle a little visit, right after we track that fucking car. I doubt he knows that we have GPS on every single car owned by us. He’s been in jail for far too long to be too smart.”

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