Page 9 of Remy

“So if she doesn’t call, what the hell do we do?” I ask as I look to Gunner.

“I don’t fuckin’ know, brother. Stan didn’t really give us much to go on. We’re kind of relyin’ on her to call,” he tells us as we all sit around the phone waiting. The guy, Stan, is the one wanting us to check up on his sister. She’s due to call tonight, and that call is being forwarded to us. The plan is to talk to her and see what kind of information we can get out of her.

“What about Mystic? He got anything?” Locke asks.

“Not much. He is lookin’ into a shady doc who gives out scripts. He’s gonna let us know if he finds anything on that end. If he does, we can hit him,” Hodge answers.

“This is bullshit. Like a needle in a fuckin’ haystack,” I mumble.

“You ain’t wrong there.”

“What if she refuses to talk?” Hodge asks, looking toward our Prez.

“We can’t force her, but if she’s caught up in somethin’ and wants out of it, she’ll say somethin’.”

“What if it’s not that easy?”

“Then we look elsewhere. If she wants out bad enough, she will let somethin’ slip.” We nod our heads as we drink our beers and stare at the phone in front of us on the table. The girls have madethemselves scarce for the night, and the old ladies are off having a good time on us.

The air is thick in the room, everyone wanting to know what the hell is going on and if she’s going to say something. I can’t help but let my mind wander to Tianna and the wedding. I still haven’t decided if I’m going or not. I don’t know how I would react to seeing her marry that prick. I don’t know if I could sit back and let it happen. The phone ringing on the table in front of me pulls my attention back to now.

Gunner grabs the phone and answers it, putting it on speaker. A woman’s voice comes over the line, slurring a little. I listen to the conversation she and Gunner have, as do the rest of us. He asks questions, and she gives short answers. It makes me wonder if someone is there with her, listening in, or she’s afraid they are.

I listen intently to everything she’s saying, just trying to pick up on something, anything that might help us. She admits she needs help, but she doesn’t know where she is. She admits she’s being drugged but doesn’t know who the men are that have her. I can feel the tension in the room. The guys are as pissed as I am. Anger courses through my veins the more she says. But then she suddenly goes silent.

“You still there?” Gunner asks. I listen, hearing something in the distance that I can’t quite make out.

“I have to go. Please, help us.” Then the line goes dead. Locke growls low in his throat as Hodge grips the edge of the table.

“She has no fuckin’ idea where she is.”

“Did you hear that noise in the background?” I ask.

“What noise?”

“Like machines or somethin’. It almost sounds like a construction site,” I say.

“Construction at three in the mornin’?” Hodge asks. I shrug. I don’t fucking know, but that’s what it sounded like to me.

“I don’t know of any construction sites that run at night,” Locke adds.

“Doesn’t mean there isn’t one. Maybe have Mystic check into it?” Gunner nods his head and sends off a quick text to Mystic before he stands.

“There’s nothin’ else we can do tonight. Let’s get some sleep and see what we have later,” Gunner says. The guys all nod and grunt their agreement as we stand and leave the room. I watch the guys all go their separate ways before I walk down the hall to my room. I head inside, closing the door behind me before pulling the joint from my pocket and lighting it up. I think about her. About Tianna. I don’t know why I can’t get her out of my fucking head. I don’t know why I can’t get past her altogether. I should be over her by now. It’s been so long since we were actually together.

I remember the nights with her. The way she used to smile at me. How she looked when she was on her knees in front of me. Fuck. My cock strains against my jeans, and I unzip them, pulling it free. I wipe the precum off the tip and slide it down my length. With my cock gripped in my hand, I begin to stroke it, thinking about her and how she looked up at me under her lashes. She didn’t know what she was doing that night. It was all new to her. She’d never had a cock in her mouth before, and every fucking time she peered up at me made me want to come down the back of her throat. But I didn’t. I let her take her time. I let her explore every fucking inch of me.

I tug and fist my cock, stroking that motherfucker faster and faster. Imagining her eyes, those lips, that tongue. I can’t hold back. I let go, shooting my seed all over the floor in front of me. I keep jerking it until there’s nothing left inside of me. When I’m finished, I tuck my cock back into my jeans and grab a towel to clean up my mess.

I finish my joint and think about a shower but decide against it. Instead, I strip out of the rest of my clothes and climb into bed. I grab the pillow and pull it over my face, but fuck, does it smell like her.

I toss it to the side and close my eyes, trying to get some sleep.

I don’t know what the hell is happening in my dreams tonight, but I can see her. Plain as day. She stands there, her stomach swollen with a baby inside of her, my baby.

She turns to face me, a smile on her face. I watch her hair as it blows in the breeze. Then, it all changes. There’s a drugged girl. She’s on the floor, a man taking her in the ass while another fucks her mouth. Tears fall down her cheeks as they take her roughly. Visions. So many fucking visions hit me at once. Drugs, sex, abuse. They all mean something, but what? There are girls, not just one being drugged. There are cameras. Men. What the hell is all this?

I wake up quickly, glancing around the dark room. I reach over and flip on the light on my bedside table when I see my phone blinking. I have a message. Glancing at the clock on the nightstand, it says five in the morning. I shake my head and grab my phone, checking to see who wrote me.

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