Page 44 of Torment

“So do you think he took her?”

He shrugged. “I can’t be sure. But if he didn’t take her, he sure as hell will know who did.”

Colton got up and walked down the steps before turning to her. “Unfortunately, we haven’t been able to get close to Rex yet. It’s been years and we can’t infiltrate the son of a bitch’s circle.” He kicked at the dirt on the ground.

Scarlet stood up. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what to say.”

“It’s been twelve years, Scarlet. I don’t know if she’s still alive, or dead. And if she is still alive,” he turned his back toward her, “what kind of hell has she been through?”

God, Scarlet’s chest felt too small for her aching heart. And here she thought she was having a bad few years. No more askingwhy her?

She walked down the steps and stopped next to him, taking his hand in hers.

“Whatever you do, Colton, don’t stop. Don’t stop looking for her until you find her. Or until you find out what happened to her. You do whatever you need to do to get to her, you hear me?”

He looked at her and squeezed her hand. “I’ll do whatever it takes.” A few moments passed with them staring at each other before Scarlet let go of his hand. She took a deep breath, wanting to get rid of all the heavy.

“Okay, so. You guys got any sexy machinery with two wheels around here?”

Colton frowned. “Are you talking about motorbikes?”

“Oh good. You do talk my language.”

He snickered. “We sure do. Come on, I’ll show you.”

Chapter 13

Fucked-up…and fucked-up-erer.

That was exactly how Hunter would describe his entire damn life. One minute he had Scarlet pressed up against a wall and she was kissing him like everything about them made total sense. And then all because of one tiny little metal trinket, everything that made sense just wentpoof, and now confused the fuck out of him.

After the chain fell out of his jacket pocket, shattering everything between them into tiny little splinters of hell, Scarlet had stormed out of the bar like she couldn’t get away from him fast enough. Now Hunter was walking down the hall with a half a bottle of Jack, thinking nothing but sentences that consisted solely of F-bombs.

Fuck, fuck, fuckety, fuck…

Fuck!

Hunter passed James’s office and heard James and Riggs talking. He trotted in, not giving a shit that he was interrupting what could be a personal conversation.

“You seen Scarlet?”

Riggs straightened as Hunter walked in. “She’s in the garage.”

“The garage?”

“Yeah. She asked if we had any motorcycles that she could check out. Apparently, she has a thing for motorcycles.”

Hunter pulled his hand down his face, cursing. “And apparently, you have a thing for fucking up!”

“Excuse me?”

“You know nothing about that woman, do you? Funny, for someone who haswatched overher for years, you’re fucking clueless when it comes to her.”

Hunter faced James and placed the bottle of whiskey on the desk. “Where’s the garage?”

“Outside to the left.”

Hunter turned around and pushed Riggs against the chest, sending him staggering backward. “Fucking amateur.”

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