Page 22 of Nines's Time

Me:Got it. See you in a bit. We’re having dinner tonight again.

I shove my phone back in my pocket and ignore the message I’m sure she’s sent to try and tell me she couldn’t. But she’ll learn when I get to the boutique in a couple hours that I’m serious. I told her I’d prove it to her, and that’s what I’m doing.

“Looks like Nines is a goner.” Lucky smirks, leaning back in his chair.

At the smug look on his face, I grin myself and cock a brow. “By chance, you find any mousetraps in your room?”

Blow chuckles, and Nerd outright laughs at my comment.

“What the fuck do you know about it?” Lucky loses the smirk and narrows his gaze on me. “You weren’t here for that shit.”

Snorting, I shake my head. “So, I’m taking I missed the show?”

“Yeah, you can say that,” Blow says. “He and Stacy had a run-in with some mousetraps. Or I should say Stacy’s tits met the mousetraps.”

“And Stacy about bit my dick off while suckin’ me off,” Lucky grumbles. “That ain’t even the worst of it.”

“Having a bitch about to bite my dick off seems intense. What could be worse?” I cock a brow and try my best not to laugh in my brother’s face.

“Try going to your room to crash and lay down only to find out the entire bed is coated in molasses. You try getting that shit off your dick that’s already throbbing. Not fun having to scrub an aching dick.”

“You and that dick of yours,” Blow snorts. “We already know you and your dick can’t keep from getting in trouble.”

“Yeah, well, next time I see Chelsea, her ass is mine. I’m sick of her fuckin’ with my dick,” Lucky grumbles.

“Speaking of Chelsea.” Sniper clears his throat. “Has anyone seen her since she left yesterday evening?”

“Didn’t see her car when I got in,” I state, furrowing my brow. “Why?”

“Don’t know, but I think something’s going on with her. No matter her pranks, she’s got something going on in that head of hers, and she’s not sharing. Rain mentioned it to me.”

I furrow my brow and look at Lucky. “Did you see her last night after the prank she pulled?”

“No,” he mutters and seems to grow irritated by this. “I’ll look into it and find out what the fuck is going on.”

“Let me know when you do,” Blow grumbles. “Evidently, she’s dodging Grinder’s and Driver’s phone calls.”

“You got it.” Lucky taps the bar top with his knuckles and heads off toward the main doors.

“Those two need to get their heads out of their asses and just get together,” Nerd remarks.

“Couldn’t agree more,” I say in agreement as I lift the mug to my lips and finish off the rest of my coffee.“I better get going myself. Seems I’ve got a woman who forgets to feed herself while she’s working.”

“Let us know how she’s doing. I want to meet her soon, so see if you can’t get her to come to the clubhouse,” Nerd mutters, holding my gaze.

“Will do.” I give him a knowing look and head out myself.

CHAPTERFOURTEEN

MEADOW

My phone chimes for a third time this morning, indicating a phone call. One I ignore. I’ve ignored it all morning after my initial text with Nines. Since then, the only one to call is the unknown number that I refuse to answer. The call ends, and I pick my phone up and turn the ringer off altogether. Because of the calls I’ve been getting today, I’m starting to freak out and don’t know what to do.

Should I call Gavril? Tell him what’s going on?

Go to the club? Let them help me?

Run away?

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