Page 89 of Tied to You
“He remembered something,” the Scottish man says. I’m dragged to sit, which is no mean feat given I’m a dead weight.
Blood pools in the corner of my mouth. I spit it to the floor, my eyes trying to open.
“Speak. Where is he?”
I have to risk it. “He didn’t show when I was meant to meet him.” Lies.
The Scot looks confused. “Why?”
“I don’t know. I tried reaching out, but he hasn’t replied.” Jesus, my fucking heart is racing. I take a steadying breath. Thinking. Biding my time with these cunts.
“You called him?”
I shake my head.
“Message?”
I shake my head again.Shit. Shit. Shit.
“You went through his friend?”
I nod, knowing the longer I keep them in here the less likely they are to follow through on their threat to go after Mollie.
“What did Sparky say?”
Fuck. Sparky?What in the actual living fuck is going on here? Then it clicks. They’re after Elvis. The stupid twat who showed up to our reccy with Sparky. The lies will flow a little easier now because Ihavebeen looking for him ever since that night. Another click in my brain. This has something to do with money or drugs, and everything to do with Dean.
I know it.
Spitting more blood, I lick my lip clean. “Sparky hasn’t seen him either. I’ve looked everywhere, including with other suppliers. He’s been a no show.”
“Kid owes a lot of money.”
I fucking bet.
He crouches next to me. “You’re going to get it for us.”
Come again. “I am?”
He hits me in the jaw, but I manage to gather myself pretty quickly this time.
“The club owes Nathan fifty thousand.”
I hide the gulp I want to take. “How’d you figure that?” This guy’s starting to piss me off.
“We know he was last seen with someone from your club.”
I can’t help the look of irritation that consumes me. “How do you know it wasn’t a Sodom Saviour, or any one of the other clubs in this country?”
He half smiles. “We know it was one of you. We managed to get a sit down with Sonny.”
Fucking hell.
“He informed us of how you and the other biker buddies hate one another. Given that we already know Sparky doesn’t exactly like his cousins that are tied to the Saviours, our money’s on it beingyoubastards that saw Elvis last.”
I can’t help myself. “What if he just left the building?”
“Cunt.” I’m hit and find myself back on the floor, but I scan my eyes around the restaurant. No cameras. Good.
