Page 63 of Sinful God

“Pretty sure Gage has already done something that can’t be taken back,” Havoc muttered.

I glanced at Gage who stood next to me, chugging tequila. “You both need to calm the fuck down. I’m not above knocking both your asses out. We should at least check on Raina. She went through hell last night.”

Havoc and Gage locked eyes. Their battle continued in silence. I really was going to have to knock them both out.

“She doesn’t want to speak to us.” Havoc strode from the kitchen, shoving the patio door open with a bang.

He went into the backyard for some air, leaving Gage and me alone. I glanced at him, raising a brow.

“Don’t tell me that you don’t want to see her. I know you’re not used to this kind of thing, and you feel like shit about what happened. Maybe you need to tell her that.” My suggestion was met with a scowl.

“Raina doesn’t want to see me. Can you really blame her? I fucked up, Knight. I know that. But it’s too late now. There’s no taking it back. It’s too late. What’s done is done.” After refilling his glass, Gage left the room. A few minutes later, his bedroom door slammed shut.

“Fucking dicks,” I muttered to myself.

Taking my toast to the table, I sat down and tried to eat. My mouth felt dry, my stomach numb. After two bites, I shoved the plate away and pulled out my phone.

I considered only texting Raina. Deciding that was too cowardly, I sucked it up and called her. It didn’t even ring. It went straight to voicemail.

The numb sensation in my stomach turned into a hollow pit. This didn’t feel right. Had she blocked me or something? Needing to be sure, I grabbed a burner phone that Havoc kept in his bedroom for dealings related to his father’s business and tried again from that number. Still straight to voicemail.

Something was wrong. I hadn’t always been the most intuitive person yet I knew better than to dismiss this feeling. I pulled up the tracker app for Raina’s collar on my phone to check her location. She may have asked her father to help cut the thing off by now. Somehow I doubted that she’d shown it to him.

The location on the map wasn’t her father’s house. Hell, it wasn’t anywhere in the city at all.

Rising from the table, I went outside to where Havoc swam laps naked in the pool. “Havoc, we have a problem. Get out of the pool. We have to go find Raina.”

Waving away his protests, I explained that her tracker was showing up far outside town in a place that appeared to be the countryside, possibly the woods. Not the campsite where we’d taken her though. This was much farther than that.

Once he heard that, Havoc was out of the pool and in action. He raced inside, almost slipping on the floor due to his wet feet. He pounded up the stairs, banging on Gage’s door before rushing into his own room to get dressed. Nice to see him taking this seriously, although knowing that it was most likely because of his father, I wasn’t feeling too good about all this.

“I’m sure it’s nothing,” Gage bitched as he stomped down the stairs. “Raina probably took off. She knew that we’d check the tracker. She wanted to mess with us.”

“Or my father followed her home and grabbed her,” Havoc supplied, his tone dry and emotionless. He was scared. I got it. So was I.

Gage scoffed but said nothing further. He could deny it all he wanted. He cared more about Raina that he wanted anyone to know. Especially her.

We piled into my Jeep and set off. It took every ounce of self-control I possessed not to step on the gas and speed through every red light. Once we were free of the city, I floored it, racing down the highway. It seemed to take forever to cross the distance between us and Raina’s tracker. I almost hoped she’d managed to get it off and had dumped it somewhere to mess with us.

Most of the drive was spent in silence. We were all lost in ourselves. I glanced at Gage through the rearview mirror, finding him staring out the window, gnawing his bottom lip bloody. Havoc sat in the passenger seat staring at his phone, watching the tracker app as we gradually grew closer.

We reached a wooded area that turned into a tiny trail winding between the trees. My palms grew sweaty and slippery on the wheel. What if we found Raina’s body? What if Maverick had grabbed her and dumped her out here?

“It’s right here,” Havoc announced, flinging his door open. He was out of the vehicle before I could put it in park.

Gage and I got out, following him as he searched the trees. When he started calling Raina’s name, my chest grew tight. We searched the entire area and found nothing. Until Gage literally tripped over a pile of fresh dirt.

“Jesus Christ,” he shouted. “There’s a fucking grave here.”

My heart leapt into my throat. I hurried over to where he shoved to his feet, wiping his dirty hands on his jeans. There was no mistaking the freshly dug grave. The three of us had dug them enough times for Havoc’s dad over the years.

“We need to know if it’s her.” I dropped to my knees and began to frantically dig up the dirt by hand. We had no shovel or anything else that would help.

Havoc joined me. After a few minutes of uncertain hesitation, so did Gage. Together the three of us scooped dirt with our bare hands, flinging it aside. Even when the other two tired, I never did. Something told me what Raina was in this grave. Nothing would stop me from getting her out.

Finally, my hands hit the lid of a wooden box. The same type of box Maverick had used in the past when getting rid of an enemy or someone who’d dared to wrong him. Absolute rage joined my worry in dominating my focus. Havoc’s father had gone too far this time.

Together the three of us pried the lid off the box. I was afraid of what we’d find inside. When I saw Raina lying there, her eyes red rimmed from crying, tears staining her face, I almost lost it. I wanted to kill Maverick myself.

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