Page 42 of Lexi, Property of Rhyder

I look at the doctor and can just make out his head between my open thighs.

He looks up at Christopher and says, “No. This one is no longer a virgin.”

I let go of the breath that I’d been holding onto when the clamp is taken out, and I quickly shove my negligee back over my legs. Relief washes over me, and then a thought comes to mind. “Why are they checking if I’m a virgin? What has that got anything to do with why I’m here? Is it because they’re going to sell me? Does being a virgin mean something?

Christopher and the doctor undo the straps around my legs, and I immediately squeeze my knees together. I can’t believe they just did that to me without my permission.

Christopher offers his hand, and I swing over the bed to stand up. I feel violated just like I did when I was raped. Walking me back to the door, he opens it, and then I’m ushered through and escorted to the end of the line.

Paige’s head is still looking at the floor, and she looks up when I pass her. There’s no doubt she’s been crying, and my heart breaks for her. I wish I could help and tell her that everything’s going to be okay, but if I am being brutally honest, I’m not sure we are.

What if we get separated?

What then?

How will I find her again?

I can’t imagine not being with Paige and not knowing where she is or who she is with. I try not to think about it too much and try to go to a happy place.

But right now, there is nothing to be happy about.

Please, Rhyder… please find me.

RHYDER

The plan was to head home to New York, but Tate insisted we take up his hospitality and spend some time in Vegas for a few days. With Lexi away, I wasn’t in a real rush to go home. However, there was something not sitting right with me. I had received no reply calls or texts from Lexi, and it’s now gotten to a point where I am thinking about flying out to Mexico to see if she’s okay. The problem with that is I know she’s with her family, and what will they think if this angry guy just shows up out of nowhere and worried because she’s not calling him back and acting like a fucking schoolboy.

Lexi’s probably having a great time with her family and hasn’t had time to answer my calls, but I think after around the twentieth voice message, she would have at least texted me back.

There’s a nagging inside me—I can’t help but feel like something’s wrong. Call it a sixth sense, but something isn’t right.

Tracker walks past me to head into the clubhouse, while I’m out in the Sinners’ garage helping Luke out with servicing his bike. I call out to him, “Yo, Tracker, can we talk?”

He stops with his hands in his back pockets and replies, “Right now? ”

“Yeah, I need a favor.”

Tracker turns to me and folds his arms, then enters the garage.

“What is it?”

“I’ll be inside getting a beer,” Luke states, as he looks up at me and Tracker. He must notice I need some privacy.

Checking around, I make sure no other brothers are in earshot. Don’t need anyone giving me shit about what I’m about to ask. Once all the boys have headed inside the clubhouse, I explain, “I’m wondering if you can track a cell for me.”

Tracker lifts his mouth in a smile. “And who in particular does this cell belong to?”

I sigh and shake my head. “Does that even matter?”

“Come on, you know it does. Doesn’t belong to that girl you’ve been following, does it?”

Folding my arms over my chest, I straighten. “And what if it does? Is there a problem with that?”

Tracker raises his palms out to me. “Nah, no judgment here. Just want you to admit it,” he says on a laugh.

“Fuck me! Okay, yeah, it’s for Lexi.”

“Is something up?”

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