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“You’re wrong about that. Thisisme.”
“This is the part of you that you’ve busted your fucking ass to fight. And you’re letting it win now?”
Konstantin moved past me, snatching the gun out of his sister’s hand.
“She’s missing.”
“Okay,” Slash said, nodding. “Then we find her. But we gotta get our fucking heads on straight to do that. How are you helping Este like this?” he asked. “Get your fucking head in the game.”
My arm lowered.
The fire was still burning, still threatening to consume me, but after a few deep breaths, the flames weren’t licking at my mind any longer.
“Konstantin, I’d apologize, but it sounds like he has reason to be pissed at you,” Slash said.
He got a shrug from the Bratva boss at that.
“Stas, I feel bad for the town if you’re back,” Slash went on. “Coach, let’s go.”
When Slash used that tone, he was brooking no argument. I followed him out.
“You’re out of your fucking mind,” Slash said once we were outside. “But if Nyx was missing, I guess I would be too. So I’m not gonna chew you out too much about this. But I need to know you’re rational enough right now not to be a fucking risk.”
“I’m working on it,” I assured him.
“Okay. I’m assuming you checked out her place?”
“Yeah.”
“Alright. Is her car there?”
“Yeah.”
“Does she have any friends in town?”
“Just the club.”
“Could she have gotten sick? Called an ambulance?”
“I don’t know… maybe.”
My fucking mind was racing. I didn’t know anything for sure. Except Este was missing and Trix was sick.
“Okay. I’m calling Rook in on this. Let’s see if he can find any ambulance or police records about her. Or security or CCTV footage of her. See if we can get a direction to go in.”
“Alright,” I agreed.
If there was anything to be found, Rook could find it. But I couldn’t fucking stand around waiting to see.
“I’m going around to check abandoned buildings,” I said.
“Turn your fucking phone on.”
I reached to do that, checking to make sure there was no word from Este or and update from Colter.
Then I was heading off to check out all the hidden places in Shady Valley someone could hold another person.
If she was being held against her will, there were a lot of buildings in town to do it—places no one would think to look.
