Page 30 of Her Obsessed Biker
She said she was going to The Black Crown.
I make it there in under ten minutes.
Red is behind the bar, wiping down glasses with the same no-nonsense attitude she always wears. She looks up when I barge in, and I don’t even slow down before I bark, “Where’s Piper?”
Red frowns. “She left a while ago. Didn’t say where she was headed.”
I freeze. “Alone?”
“Yeah. She did look a little sad when she left. Wolf was here,” she adds, voice dropping. “Didn’t say a damn word to her, just sat there like a statue.”
That’s all it takes.
My jaw locks, and fury flashes hot beneath my skin. I spin on my heel and storm toward the back booth, where Grizz is sitting with that goddamn unreadable expression. He doesn’t flinch when I slam my hands against the table.
“She’s gone,” I growl. “She’s not at my place. She’s not answering her phone. She came here and left, and nobody’s seen her since.”
His eyes meet mine, cool and unblinking. “Maybe she needed air.”
“Don’t play calm with me, old man.” My voice is razor-sharp. “You think I don’t see what’s happening? You didn’t say a word to her. You sat there like a fucking brick wall and watched her break.”
He doesn’t move.
“You had one chance,” I snap. “One moment to give that girl what she’s been looking for her whole life. You could’ve said anything. Claimed her. Denied her. Something. But you just sat there. And now she’s missing.”
Grizz exhales, long and slow. “You think I’m not tearing myself apart over that?”
My fists clench at my sides. “You sure as hell don’t look like it,” I bite out.
He pushes back from the table and stands. The weariness in his eyes, buried beneath layers of silence and regret, finally shows.
“I found out I had a daughter twenty-four hours ago,” he says quietly. “A daughter I never knew existed. That letter? I wrote it twenty-two years ago. I was a different man. When her mother never wrote back, I thought…” He swallows. “I didn’t know. I didn’t know I’d left anything behind.”
“You did,” I say. “And now she’s here. Scared. Alone. And you met her with silence.”
Grizz looks away. “I needed time to figure out what to do.”
“There is no more time.”
My voice echoes through the quiet bar like a hammer drop.
Red stops polishing glasses.
Grizz goes still.
“I don’t care if she’s yours or not,” I say. “I care that she’sminenow. And I’ll tear this whole goddamn town apart if I have to, but I’m going to find her.”
And when I do—God help the bastard who laid a hand on her.
I’m turning to leave when Tyler bursts through the door of the bar, long limbs flying and face flushed. He’s clearly in a hurry, and when he sees me, he wastes no time.
“Prez, I got something you need to hear—”
“Not now, Tyler—” Now’s not the time for club business, and I’m about to tell him so when he cuts me off.
“It’s about your girl.”
Now he has my full attention, and I round on him, encouraging him to continue.
