Page 88 of Ruthless Obsession
She’s not in bed. I scan the room. Her messenger bag is here, and her new laptop.
I don’t panic. Instead I check our bathroom, then take the stairs two at a time to get to Tonya’s quarters. Okay maybe I start to freak out a little bit.
My knuckles rap against the door. Tonya opens it.
“Hey, Tonya, is Sophie with you?”
Her brows raise. “No.”
My heart plummets to my feet. Did she run? No, she wouldn’t. My fists curl at my sides. What if she did? I don’t care if she did. I’m bringing her back. I have to save her from that fucker Toby. Even if she thinks she can escape and be on her own with my baby. I damn sure won’t let that fucker get his hands on my child. I’m like a zombie as I walk through the clubhouse. The only way out of this gated property is through the front door. There’s always a biker assigned to the front door except on Sundays during the day. I realize not everyone knew Sophie was my captive. If they thought, she came in with another biker they could’ve unlocked the gate and let her leave.
I knock on Prez’s door. I’m not in the right head space. This is my job as the enforcer of this chapter. To think of every possible outcome.
Shit, then I remember the conversation I had with Karla.
“Stop giving, Sophie shit. You need to accept that she’s my woman. Even if she wasn’t none of the women in this club would’ve been my OL’ Lady.”
Tears roll down her face. “God, you’re so brutally honest.” She wipes at the tears.
“Does your precious woman who didn’t want you a little over a month ago know you’ve fucked just about every club slut here?”
My eyes darken because now she’s just looking for ways to hurt Sophie.
“You want to tell her how I bent you over my bed rail and fucked you. My dick fully sheathed, and I was still wearing my clothes while you were completely naked. I know my OL’ Lady has been nice to you.”
She flinches at the word OL’ Lady.
“Did she tell you how I have to have her in my fucking arms every night? How my tongue and lips know every inch of her body?”
More tears.
“I bet she didn’t. She probably spared your feelings.”
Her arms cross her chest. “She didn’t spare Lillian’s.”
Lillian’s a snotty bitch.
I chuckle. “If she didn’t that meant she was provoked. And Lillian had it coming.”
I wish I never fucked her.
“Do your job. Or I’ll talk to Prez and you can find a new one.”
“Come in,” Prez yells bringing me back from my thoughts.
I open the door. But glance over my shoulder at the bar. My eyes linger on Karla. She doesn’t look up. She’s laughing with some of the bikers.
“Prez?” I meet his gaze.
“Ruthless, are you coming in or what?”
“Yes.” I step inside and close the door behind me. I don’t beat around the bush. “Sophie’s missing.”
“What?” he roars as he stands from his desk.
I sit on the couch and palm my head.
“Did you check the entire clubhouse?” he asks.
