“You’re not a cop. And I don’t think you’re some baby private detective. So, what’s the deal?” Macy grips her glass tightly. “It’s been a year, and people are finally accepting she’s gone.”
“No one, no parent accepts someone’s gone without proof.” I sigh. “I’m just…look, I can’t go into details, but I’m sure she’s alive, and I think the club might somehow be involved.”
“You think she’s alive?”
“I spoke to her. It wasn’t in…let’s just say I was in a bad situation, and so was she. I didn’t see her, but we spoke.” I hold up a hand. “That’s all I can say, I shouldn’t even have told you that, but I need to trust someone.”
“I don’t think the club would be. Too many rich and important people go there. They don’t want scandal, trust me.” Macy taps her hand on the table. “Look I think the best way to get answers is to go with your original thing, a job. If you work there, looking around won’t be as suspicious.”
“Maybe.”
“I’ll even talk to Thomas and vouch for you.”
I drag in a breath.
Cade’s going to kill me.
“I’ll think about it.”
I change the subject, and we just chat about some reality show Macy loves and then the office gossip of which there’s more than I even thought.
When my phone lights up, it’s a message from Cade, letting me know he’s outside. It’s my perfect cue to leave.
I finish my wine, right as she does, and then I say, “I need to go.”
“I’ll get you that job,” she says. “I liked Gianna, so if she’s alive then I want her found. I’ll help you, I promise.”
Cade is definitely going to kill me.
Chapter Twenty-Five
CADE
Violet hugsa pretty redhead who I assume is Macy. It’s either that or— I stop, tapping a hand on the back seat of the car.
The girl goes back to the bar, presumably to order another drink, but while she’s there, she stares after Vi as she leaves. I lean forward as she starts to walk toward the subway. “Follow her.”
“Dude,” the driver says. “I’m not going to prison.”
“She’s my girlfriend, asshole, just do it.”
The guy mutters but does as he’s told, and I tell him to pull up just in front of Violet. Then I push open the door.
“Cade?”
“No. I’m here to abduct you. Get in.”
I catch the little sexy smile that blooms, and I scoot over as she gets in, kissing me and sliding her hand along my thigh to my hand as she does so.
“Kidnap?”
“You know it.” I kiss her again, slipping a hand now up between her thighs to cup her pussy. She’s wearing fucking pants. Who allowed her to put on fucking pants?
I have a no-clothes-in-bed rule, but maybe I’ll need to add dresses and skirts only and no underwear rules to that, too.
Maybe I’ll make her a chart.
I slip my fingers up and down the creases of where her hot little pussy presses against the pants, pushing the seam in, rubbing her, making her moan in my ear as she parts her legs for me.