Page 82 of Receiving His Mercy
“I don’t need to fucking breathe!” Jace roared.
People spilled out of the meeting room to gape at them both.
“Rory has been found safe,” he explained. “She’s at Whip It.”
“Uh-oh,” Tyler said. “Somebody isn’t sitting for a week.”
“Jace and I are going over there now. You can all go back to your jobs. Clay, can you call Gray? Tyler, call Hunter.”
“Oh goody,” Tyler grumbled. “Can I call Cady instead? She’s so much easier to talk to. And prettier.”
“I don’t know, I think Hunter is kind of pretty,” Alexa said. “Want me to call him?”
“No!” everyone snapped.
Fuck. That was the last thing he needed. Why had he hired Alexa?
Oh yeah, because she was a fucking genius.
But sometimes he really did worry about her.
“I can’t believe she just turned up at Whip It,” Jace said as he followed him to the stairs. Travis thought it was better to take the stairs than the elevator, give Jace a chance to work off some steam. “Did she say why she was there? Or why she didn’t tell anyone?”
“I don’t know anything other than she sounded upset when I told her everyone is worried and searching for her.”
“Why was she upset? Did you upset her? You shouldn’t have snapped at her,” Jace told him.
“Jace, pull it together, man,” he replied as they reached his car. “You look like you’re torn between hugging her tight or spanking her ass. All I did was scold her a bit. And everyoneisworried about her.”
The drive to Whip It was quiet. Not necessarily a good sign. Jace jumped out before Travis had even stopped his car. With a sigh, Travis followed him into Whip It and then through to Kane’s office. He was here early. Kane didn’t usually get here until after six.
Jace stormed into the office and Travis shook his head. This wasn’t going to end well.
He moved in quickly behind him as his brother walked over to where Rory sat on the sofa.
She looked tiny and pale. Her oversized clothes dwarfed her and she wore her dark hair long and falling over her face.
Shit.
Travis tensed. She didn’t look like she was in a strong enough state of mind to handle Jace on a rampage.
“Jace,” he warned as Kane stepped in front of her.
Fuck.
He didn’t know how Jace felt about Rory, but all the signs pointed to him caring about her. Because Jace didn’t usually get this riled up over anything or anyone.
So he wasn’t going to take Kane trying to protect her very well.
“Get out of the way,” Jace ordered.
Kane stood his ground.
“Kane, let him see her,” Travis told him. “Don’t worry, he won’t harm her. Will you, Jace?”
“Not worried about physical harm,” Kane said. “She’s fragile.”
“I’m fine,” Rory protested.
