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“We’re about to find out. Charlie, you’re on the gate. Smith and Wesson, grab our little friend here, and let’s go see what we can find out.”
“What? What do you mean? What’s going on? I haven’t done anything!” the little shit yells while starting to look squirrelly. Sweat trickles down his face. Something is rotten and better not involve my woman.
“Come on. We’re going to have some fun,” Wesson says, looking a little too excited.
“Where are we going? I don’t understand!” The prospect fights Smith and Wesson’s hold. It’s a lost cause. One of them alone could handle this pissant, but with both, he doesn’t have a snowball’s chance in hell of getting loose.
“No one in or out unless you hear from Prez or me. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes, sir,” Charlie says without question.
I give him a nod and go to find out where in the hell my woman and baby are. Walking through the front door of the club, I am met by Prez and Razor. I give them a chin lift and walk right past them toward Razor’s office. While I was on “vacation” in my lovely cage, Razor installed tracking software on everyone’s phone that is virtually untraceable. He needs to get to finding my woman before I have my fun with the little shit in the basement.
“Son, you care to tell me what is going on?” Dad asks, crossing his arms over his chest and lifting an eyebrow.
“She’s been fucking taken! Somebody took her from right under our fucking noses,” I feel the rage building up inside me, getting ready to blow. I just need to hold it together for a few more minutes, but he'll know why they call me Torch when I get my hands on that little shit!
“The fuck are you talking about?” Razor asks, sitting at his computer and typing at what looks like a thousand miles an hour. “Her phone says—What the fuck? This can’t be right,” Razor mumbles to himself while continuing to type. I can feel the monster rising to the top so fast that I take a step back to not hurt my brother.
“Razor, I need you to start fucking talking while you are doing that typing before our man here starts destroying that expensive ass machine,” Dad commands, edging closer until he’s between us.
“Her tracker was moving at a high rate of speed, and then it just turns off. That’s not possible,” he says, not even looking our way.
“It’s on her phone. How could that not be possible? All they had to do was turn off the phone, right?” Dad asks, looking confused.
“Yeah, the one on her phone. See, when the guys were taken, I knew that they would be coming for the girls at some point. They are fucking stupid like that. So, here’s the thing, Vixen, and Lo have matching anklets that they always wear without fail. One night while they were sleeping, I took them and built a tracker into them that only goes live when they leave the property. It should be working. It stopped working as soon as they got close to town,” Razor says, the furrow in his brow telling me he is pissed.
“What the fuck can you tell me then? What good is that tracker if it doesn’t fucking work!” I roar, turning and punching the wall behind me.
“There are very few ways that that can happen,” Razor says, turning slowly around to face me. “I am fucking working on it. How about you make yourself fucking useful and go see what the asshole downstairs knows?”
I know the look he’s giving me. Staying in this room is not an option, so I leave to do what he suggests. Dad squeezes my shoulder as I walk by, giving me his silent support. Down the hall, past all the offices, I get to the door that heads down to the basement. I let the lid that holds the monster at bay fly off so that I can do what needs to be done to get them back.
Vixen is my everything, and I will torch the earth to find her.
21
Vixen
“Damn it! My fucking head hurts.” I reach up to rub my temples, my hand only moves a few short inches.
What the fuck? Where the hell am I?
I stop trying to move and lay there, taking in the sounds and smells around me. As I do, everything comes flooding back. The nasty bitch that went off on Blue, who then decided to be a real charmer to me. This is not at all what I had planned for this afternoon.
“No point in acting like you aren’t awake. I know you are,” a voice from my past gloats from somewhere that’s entirely too close to me as far as I’m concerned.
“No one is acting. I really am trying to sleep here. That she-devil you sicked on me left me with a splitting fucking headache.” I snark at him, trying to hide the near panic attack that his voice put me in.
I have never talked back to him this way for fear of what would happen next. Now though? Fuck him. I’m done being scared and cowering to him. The only thing that matters right now is getting my baby and me out of this mess. The slap to my face reminds me that my mouth will get me in deep shit. I have to be smart about this; I’ll get out of this. I know Torch is working on getting me out. That doesn’t mean that I can’t help him from my end.
I jump when a cold, slimy finger runs down my cheek. “She’ll pay for the damage she did to your perfect face.” Fire grips my jaw, his next words squeezing so tight that I know without a doubt there’ll be bruises. “I’m the only one that can leave marks on this body,” he grits out through clenched teeth.
I choose not to answer or acknowledge the asshole, hoping instead that he’ll just leave me the fuck alone.
“We both know that. Don't we?” Fires asks, squeezing so tight that I can’t do anything but open my mouth, trying to alleviate the pain. “That’s a good little bitch. Always open and willing,” Fire says, placing his lips on mine.
I do what I can to try and fight him off, but with my hands tied above my head and Fire leaning over me the way he is, there’s no way I can fight him off. Black dots start edging my vision as my jaw pain blends with the pain in my belly from Fire leaning on it. I’m not huge, and I couldn’t be more grateful for that. Just before I pass out from pain and lack of oxygen, he lets me go.
