Page 40 of Complete Me
CHAPTER 10
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My phone blaresfrom the coffee table while I’m reading, caught up in a book Kinsey chose for me. The sound has me tossing the book to the floor in a hurry to pick up my phone and view what’s going on. The secondary alarm to Rogue was tripped, which means the first one was disabled. Worry prickles in my veins as I do my best to remain calm.
I quickly bring up my security system, moving from camera to camera to find the feed cut. I won’t be able to pull the CCTV footage until I get on my laptop, but I feel deep down that something isn’t right.
My heart starts to race as my head jumps to the worst-case scenario. For too long, I’ve convinced myself that I’m safe in Aspen Ridge, that no evil will come knocking on my door here, that I could somehow manage to keep my two lives separate.
I should have known better.
I close out of the app as I bring up Kinsey’s phone number, hoping like hell it was just her and everything is fine. If there was a power outage downtown, I have a backup generator that should immediately kick on to keep the securitysystem up and running. Unless she managed to do something, there’s no reason it should be down.
Who am I fucking kidding? What could she have done to trip the secondary alarm?
I pull on my leather boots, not bothering to lace them up as I race to my room, using my thumb to unlock my safe and reach for my gun. I grab the magazine, checking that it’s loaded, before sliding it into place with an audible click. I call Kinsey a second time, cursing under my breath as I throw on my leather jacket and race out my front door, not bothering to lock it up.
I need to get to her.
The bike revs to life under me as I peel out of Lupine Lane. Fuck living out in the middle of nowhere and not being able to get to her as quickly as I need to. I top one hundred as I take the winding roads toward downtown, the roads slick from the rainstorm that just passed through. My heart pounds louder than my engine, blood rushing between my ears. If anything happens to her . . . Fear grips my heart, memories of Lena flashing through my mind. Images of her bruised and battered body, the blood, her cold, marred skin . . . fuck. I can’t let Kinsey meet the same fate. She has to be safe. This is just my fear talking. She’s safe upstairs or out with her friends. The alarm was tripped. There’s an explanation for it that doesn’t result in Kinsey being harmed—or worse. But even as I try to convince myself otherwise, something deep and dark inside me roars to life. This doesn’t feel like nothing.
I take the fifteen-minute drive in seven, pushing my bike to its limit and blowing through every stop sign on my way. I skid my bike to a stop, kicking the stand down and jumping off. My heart is in my throat as I race up the two steps and wrench open the door to my shop, finding the lock broken. I pull my gun free from behind my back, cocking it to load one in the chamber. I ease further into the building, listening forany indication that she’s still here, or anyone else that shouldn’t be. Fear clutches me in a vise grip so strong I gasp for air, nerves freezing my veins as cold dread washes through me.
“Kinsey!” I yell as I step into Rogue, my gun held outstretched toward the ground. The scene in front of me trips up my feet as my boots crunch over shattered glass. The shop is totaled, but it’s not my ruined equipment that has me halting. It’s the fuckingblood.A lot of it.
“Kins!” I yell again as I take the steps three at a time to the loft, crashing through her door, the wood splintering as it bangs against the wall, terrified of finding her here dead but knowing death may be wanted if she’s been taken.
I race through the small studio, checking under her bed and coming up empty. Her phone is on the counter, her shoes at the front door. She wouldn’t have left without her phone; I know her.
“FUCK!” I roar, jogging back down the steps. I hold my phone in the palm of my hand, quickly weighing my options. I know I should call Sawyer right now, but I also know how it feels to be in his position. He’s home with his wife and baby, and there’s nothing he can do right now. I can’t. Fuck. I’ll get her back. I’ll call him after I get the help I need. The only people who can help me figure this out.
I shove my phone into my pocket, returning my gun behind my back. Just as I’m about to jog out the door, a flash of pink catches my eye, pinned to the wall with a knife. If I needed any more confirmation that someone took her, I got it. A bloodied piece of paper is stuck to Kinsey’s pink tank top. I wrench it free, reading the scribbled words.
You weren’t home, so we took a new pretty toy instead. Youknow what we want. Give it to us and you can have it back. Just can’t promise it won’t be used up nice and good first.
“FUCK!” I scream, the noise deafening, rattling the windows and echoing off the walls. I’m on my bike before I register I’ve left my shop and started it. My headlights lead the way out of Aspen Ridge and into the quiet stillness of the night to the only place I know that can help. The only people who can help. The reason the sweetest girl in the world was just stolen from right under my nose.
Hell’s Heathens.
My brothers.
I’ll kill every single one who was involved in taking her, I vow to myself. And I’ve never meant anything more. Lena may never feel the warmth of the sun on her skin again, laugh, or feel love or be loved in return, but I’ll die before Kinsey doesn’t. She deserves fucking everything, and I will be sent to hell ten times over before her life is taken from her.
An hour later, the moon high in the sky, I skid to a stop in front of the tall gates of the clubhouse. The gates don’t open right away, which pisses me the fuck off. I should have called our president on my way in, but my head is too messed up to think clearly. Every minute they have her is too fucking long. I have to get her back. Now.
“Let me the fuck in or there will be hell to pay!”
A skinny-looking prospect who can’t be much older than eighteen hops down off the crow’s nest.
“We’re on lockdown!” he says, giving me an attitude he’s gonna regret. “Prez’ orders, dipshit. No outsiders. No visitors.”
“I’m a fucking patched member!” I scream, grabbing his cutand shaking him, shoving him against the chain-link fence, pulling my fist back, ready to make him swallow his teeth.
“Where’s your fuckin’ cut then?” he says in a snarky-ass tone as if I’m not about to break his goddamn face.
“Whoa! Rogue! Hold up, dude. He’s new!” a familiar voice yells from above. I look up to find one of our members peering down at us.
“Open the fucking gates, Rolo!” I yell up to him before turning my attention back on the weasel in front of me, currently lighting a cigarette like he doesn’t have a care in the world. “Seems like you’ve got an angel tonight, prospect. You won’t be so lucky next time.” I’ll be making sure I’m present at his vote. I don’t forgive or forget, and he’ll pay one way or another for wasting precious goddamn time.
