“If you don’t, I will.”
He freezes in place because it’s just a saying for him, but he knows I’ve killed for less than what his nephew’s done. “That’s not funny.”
“Not tryin’ to be.” My warning is clear, and we both know the club’s capable of making his nephew disappear.
“It won’t come to that. I’ll get him in check.”
I nod sharply. “Hope so. Now get the fuck off my property.”
With one last glare, he walks out.
“I thought that went well,” Lucky says.
I scoff. “His prick nephew better hope we don’t cross paths anytime soon.”
“Want to go look at the damages?”
“Shit.” I roll my neck, trying to ease some of the tension. “Let me call housekeeping. We only have a few hours before we open back up.”
After calling in some extra help, we walk from room to room, taking stock of things that need to be replaced and cleaned up. Once I get a plan together and give everyone their assignments, I head to Mary’s office to give myself a second to breathe. The second I step inside, I realize I forgot something. Something important.
“Where was Navy in all this?” I ask Mary.
“I didn’t see her.”
I furrow my brows. “But the deputies tossed the residential suites too. Lucky is going through them with the girls right now.”
“I don’t know. She wasn’t handcuffed on the curb with everyone else. Honestly, I assumed she was with you.”
“She wasn’t,” I bite out.
She rounds at me. “Don’t get snippy with me. I’m not her babysitter, and she’s not one of my girls, so she’s free to come and go as she pleases.”
“Fuck.” Unease spreads through me, thinking of why she wouldn’t be here, but I can only think of one, and it fucking terrifies me.
I run to her room, ignoring everyone who calls out to have me look at this or that. Right now, I don’t give a shit about anything but Navy. Her door is the only one closed; the rest of the girls are busy moving out broken lamps and slashed mattresses. Those fucking assholes left no stone unturned on their hunt for jackshit.
Digging my master key out of my pocket, I unlock her door and step inside. Like the other rooms, hers is trashed. Clothes, shoes, papers, and toiletries are scattered all over the floor, and her mattress is on its side, slashed from one end to the next, chunks of memory foam sprinkled around like confetti.
At least they didn’t fuck with her frogs. I crouch to make sure they’re still swimming and find them going about their business like nothing happened. Must be nice.
The one thing that isn’t in the room is Navy. I pull out my cell and call her, but there’s no answer. I try again, shooting her a text between calls. My message doesn’t even say delivered, and every muscle in my body tenses as my heart picks up.
Pacing, I shoot a text to Tigger, asking him to look at the video feed. It takes only a minute to get a reply. Glancing at my phone, I curse. She took off in a rideshare before any of this craziness began.
I leave her room in a rush, popping my head in every open doorway, looking for Lucky. If Navy’s where I think she is, I’ll need backup. Not to help get her out of the house but to stop me from killing the son-of-a-bitch if even one hair on her head is out of place.
Before I can find him, Mary corners me. “Most of the experience rooms are salvageable, at least until we can reorder the décor, but the girls need beds, and we have to replace the personal items that were trashed.”
“Do whatever you have to do. You have the company credit card. Use it.” I try to sidestep her, but she steps right along with me.
“That’s a big undertaking for one person. Where’s Navy? She should be helping.”
“That’s what I’m trying to figure out, but you won’t get out of my fuckin’ way.”
Before I can stop it, she slaps me hard across the face. “I let your attitude slide when other people were around because I’ve worked with enough men to know when they need their ego stroked, but it’s just you and me standing here, and I won’t tolerate it.”
My chest tightens, and my nostrils flare. “You seem to have gotten shit twisted, Mary. You work for me, not the other way around.”