Page 39 of Judgment Day

He’d embarrassed her. I was going to fuck him up.

She started to walk away, but I gripped her elbow. “Stay.”

She froze. Her breath hitched. Goosebumps pebbled her skin beneath my touch.

“Yes, stay,” Leo said. “This actually kind of involves you.”

Lyric looked at me with a storm of emotions flickering in her blue eyes. “I really need to go.”

I did that to her. I put that storm there.

I dropped her elbow, then watched her walk away before I turned to Leo. “She’s not one of your fuck toys. You don’t get to humiliate her. Understood?”

One corner of his mouth tilted up, and his eyes sparked, like he’d become privy to a secret no one else knew.Maybe he did.“Understood.”

TWENTY THREE

A server came by,offering bottled beer.

Leo grabbed one off the tray, giving her a grin that made her flush and almost crash into the person beside her.

He laughed to himself. Cocky fucker. His smile slipped, and his expression turned serious. “I think we hit a dead end.”

The number Sadie gave Chandler connected us to a warehouse that was nothing more than a dispatcher, an Uber service for commercial use. They called up a driver, the driver picked up the van, dropped it off at the given location, and left the keys inside. Someone else picked up the van from there and then used it to transport the girls. It was well-thought out and if not so fucked-up, I’d have been proud of Sadie. Over three-hundred guys had driven those vans to that location and dropped it off. It took us weeks, but we’d contacted every single one of them. They all sent us to the same spot—a dirt road in the Macedonian Forest. We’d had a guy sitting at the end of that road, watching, waiting for someone to show up. It had been almost two weeks and no one ever had.

“Time for Plan B.” I was going to see Winston. I hated asking him for information. It made me seem weak, like I wasn’t able to find it without his help. Sadie had left us with no other choice.

“Plan B?! No one told me there was a Plan B. What the fuck, man? Where was Plan B two weeks ago?”

I stuffed my hands into my pockets and clenched my jaw.

He huffed a breath and lifted a brow. “Do your thing, bro.” And then he walked off, leaving me alone.

There was nothing in Winston’s study that would lead me to the girls, but there might be something that I could use. A document or a photo—something I could hold in front of him and light on fire to fuck with him.

Someone beat me to it. The door was already open, and voices floated into the hall. For a moment, I wondered if it might have been Sadie. Then they spoke again.

“I don’t trust him.” It was Lincoln.

What the fuck was he doing in Winston’s study?

I stopped, halting my footsteps on the marble floor, and stood right outside the door.

“Why?”Lyric.“Because he’s rich…” She paused after the word. “Powerful.” Another pause, and I imagined her walking closer to wherever he stood, taunting him. “Good-looking.” There was a lilt to her tone on the last one.

There was a noise—the rustling of fabric and the heavy clunk of metal against wood.

“He wants to fuck you.”

If he was talking about me, I had to give it to him. He was observant.

“This isn’t high school anymore, Songbird. You don’t get to play your little games to make me jealous.” Another clunk.

I knew he would never hurt her, but I couldn’tnotmove to the opening and check to make sure.

Lincoln had Lyric pinned against Winston’s desk. His back was facing me. Her hands were around his neck as she looked up at him. Jealousy stabbed my chest at the sight of that look, even though I had no right to be jealous. No right at all.

“Maybe I should send you back out there with my teeth marks on your neck.” He lifted his hand and trailed his fingers across the tops of her breasts. “Or here.” He yanked the dress down, making her gasp. She dropped her hands and gripped the edge of the desk. Her tits spilled out over the satin fabric, perfect and full, with light pink nipples.

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