Page 5 of The Devil's Redemption

The skin between my eyebrows crinkles, wondering who in the fuck could want something with me.

Today is not the fucking day.

I throw down the nuts and bolts I’m sorting through and take the stairs two at a time. It’s just about dinner time and Bon-Bon has the clubhouse smelling like a Mexican restaurant. My stomach begins to rumble as the aroma of her enchiladas invades my senses.

I hop down the steps into the garage and cut across it, through the back door of The Lair. As soon as I get behind the bar, I see him.

The fucking Boy Scout.

“Where the fuck is she?”

I know he’s not in here, inmy fucking house, talking to me like that. I step out from behind the bar and approach him. I take in the sight of his black eye. I definitely got him good. It could have been better, though.

“If you think you’re coming in here talking to me like that, you’re fucking dumber than I thought.”

“Where is Sasha? I’ve been calling and messaging her with no response, so I went to her apartment. The door was open, and her living room was a mess. What thefuckdid you do to her?”

My heart drops as I process what the Boy Scout is saying.

“What did you just say?”

“I want to know where she is.” He clenches his teeth.

“I have no idea. I haven’t seen her since I left her house last night.”

His angry, narrowed stare morphs into worry.

Turning away from him, I run out of the bar and jump onto my bike. Tearing out of the parking lot, I gun it toward her apartment, getting there in record time.

“Sasha!” I call out, running straight inside, taking in the sight of her broken coffee table.

I barge into her room at the end of the hall. She’s not here, and thankfully, it doesn’t appear like there was a struggle. I walk back into the hallway and throw open the door to Michael’s room.

He’s not here. My eyes do a quick scan of the disgusting space. When they land on an empty bag of H with the Death’s Road insignia on it, my eyes go wide as realization hits me.

I struggle for air as I begin to put two and two together.

Michael has dealings with Death’s Road, and was acting weird as fuck when he left here the day he went missing.

Oh. God. No.

My legs nearly give out beneath me, and I crouch down on the floor, ready to throw up.

At that moment, the Boy Scout comes running through the front door. I’m having a hard time breathing.

“What’s wrong?”

“They fu…” I’m panting with fear and nausea, clutching my stomach, thinking about what they did with her. “They fucking took her.”

“Who?”

I look the Boy Scout dead in his face.

“Death’s Road.”

* * *

I was able to collect myself enough to do another once-over of Sasha’s apartment. I found her cell phone as well as her wallet. I grabbed both, locked up, then rode back to the clubhouse. I can’t remember the last time I was so scared or so enraged. I noticed the Boy Scout following me back here, so as soon as I park my bike, I wait for him to pull in.

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