Page 92 of Reaper and Ruin
“No hiding,” I whispered, then kissed him hard, not giving a fuck if the entire club saw. I plastered my body to his, not an inch of space between us, and deepened the kiss, tongues meeting. I needed him. Wanted him. For more than just sex.
Fang had been my best friend once, but things had changed. He had a family.
Now I did too.
Arms encircled me, but they weren’t Whip’s. Violet and X joined our embrace. Whip and I both instinctively opened our arms to Violet.
X was too busy doing his best impression of a jumping bean for us to really hug him properly. “Aw, Mommy and Daddy kissed and made up!” He grinned. “Are you two going to go have dirty hot sex on the kitchen counter now?”
I would have been lying if I’d said I didn’t want to. My dick was hard just from kissing. Or maybe it was the jealousy.
Fuck, maybe it was the realization I was just as in love with him as I was with Violet.
“I spoke to Nyah’s brother,” Whip told X and Violet.
Violet looked up at him hopefully, but it just as quickly faded at his expression. “He doesn’t know where she is either, does he?”
He shook his head.
“Her dad—”
Whip shut down that scrap of hope before she could get carried away on it. “He was pretty adamant that he would know if their parents had her. And I believe him. I don’t think she’s here, sweetheart.”
Violet’s face crumpled. “Then…”
She didn’t need to finish that sentence for us to know what came next.
We all knew.
The psychopath we’d been dodging for weeks had claimed another victim.
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VIOLET
“We should go back to Saint View.” My voice sounded as broken as my heart felt.
Whip pulled me into his arms and held me tight. “We can’t go anywhere tonight. I’ve been drinking, and it’s too late. Come back to the hotel. We’ll leave first thing in the morning.”
All I could think about was where Nyah was.
If she was alive or dead.
That while I’d been here, having fun, she was probably lying somewhere, bleeding out. Or worse, still alive, and being psychologically and physically tortured by the psychopath who’d killed Toby and Dickson. The one who’d set up a fucking nanny cam so he could watch it all with sick satisfaction. The one who tried to push me over the edge of a cliff and who had failed but had nearly cost X his life instead.
Nyah was no match for him. She was bright and sharp and smart, but she was one person.
And he’d had her for days.
Deep down, we’d all known it was a possibility. But we’d come on this wild goose chase because the psycho messing withus had always been one step ahead. We didn’t know how to find him. We didn’t know where to look.
Praying Nyah’s sadistic, Mafia family had her had been the easy route.
But now I realized we’d made a vital mistake.
I let the three of them guide me out of the club and into the back of Whip’s car. I didn’t know who drove. I was too numb to pay attention and safe in the knowledge Whip would have never let one of them get behind the wheel if they’d had too much to drink.
I didn’t know where Dax was, and I couldn’t bring myself to ask. Just trusted one of them would have made sure he got back to his hotel safely.
