Page 28 of Sinfully Mine

“Got it,” I growled and hung up.

That motherfucking doctor took Grace. He must have recognized her. This was a trap, and we walked right into it. They probably thought Grace would come to the appointment alone, but when I came with her, the doc had to find a way to get her alone. He used the excuse of a urine sample to trick her. I should have made her stay with me.

Seething, I dialed another number. My club wouldn’t get here for hours. I needed help from someone local.

Crow answered right away. “Her, brother. What you need, Xenon?”

“My woman has been taken.”

“Fuck, where are you?”

“In Vegas. Grace is helping the feds shut down a trafficking ring. They fucking took her, Crow.”

“Son of a bitch! We’re coming to you. Text me the 411.”

“I will as soon as we hang up.”

“On our way. Hang tight, brother. We’ll find her.”

“Thanks, Crow.”

I ended the call and texted my home address. It made the most sense and was the central point. When Grim and the others arrived, they’d go there first. Everyone would meet at the house, and then we could do a thorough search. The crows would take to the sky and be my eyes from above. When combined with my Reaper, we’d have the best chance to locate her.

One thing bothered me, and I should have thought to ask Grace about it. Why did she never use a disguise? She never altered her appearance online, at work, or even when coming to this appointment today. Did Agent Rickman advise her not to worry about it? That seemed like an oversight.

Or maybe not.

Fuck. Was he in on this shit? Did he send my Gracey girl here knowing what would happen? I needed to find this FBI agent and find out what he knew because if he set her up, I’d fucking torture the bastard before I reaped his soul.

“I’m coming for you, baby. Hold on. Keep your wits and stay alive. I’ll fucking find you,” I promised as I rode from the medical building parking lot. “I swear I won’t stop until you’re in my arms again.”

My Reaper had surfaced, and his keen senses sharpened, eager for the bloodbath that would follow. I would kill anyone who touched my Grace. I’d gouge their eyes for daring to look at what’s mine. Once I found her, hell would look like a tea party compared to the carnage I planned to unleash.

Chapter 10 Grace

“You won’t get away with this,” I informed the doctor as he gestured with his gun, pointing at the stairwell.

“Move. We don’t need that biker following us.”

I shook my head. “That biker is going to kill you.”

He shrugged. “I won’t be in the country long. This is the last shipment. Once I deliver you to the drop-off, I’ll be a rich man.”

“So, it’s about money. Of course, it is. Don’t you make enough as a doctor?”

He narrowed his eyes. “I’m running out of patience, Alexa Grace. Move. I don’t have to deliver you unharmed. If you give me any trouble, I’ll put a bullet in your leg or blow out your knee. You can hobble to the men who’ll fuck you.”

Alexa Grace? He knew my real name. Shit!

“Yes, we know who you are. Daddy won’t be able to find you this time.” He took way too much enjoyment in that statement. I saw it in his eyes. He wanted vengeance. “You’re going far away where he’ll never find you.”

This didn’t have anything to do with the trafficking ring. Not really. It was a ruse to secure my involvement. A way to get to me and coax me out of hiding, away from my father’s protection.

But they didn’t know I met Hunter or that I had a biker who would burn down the world to find me. Hunter was going to lose his shit when he discovered I was missing.

It was about my father and whoever he wronged during his time as a detective. He put away dozens of high-profile criminals. Men who would pay to see him suffer. They would be happy to take his daughter and sell her off, trading her flesh as payment for his sins.

I slowly descended the stairs, reviewing all the information he revealed in my head. “How did you know I would come today?”

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