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It’s late by the time Donald drives me back into town. He keeps stopping other places and purposely delaying my return. I don’t know why and I don’t ask. In fact, I don’t say two words on the way back. There’s nothing to say, and besides, my mind is full. I’m trying to think of a way to get out of this mess. I’m wondering what would happen if I go to Dragon and confess everything. My first instinct is to do what I’m ordered to do, but keeping secrets from Dragon has already turned out bad. Plus, I know that even getting what he wants, Michael will enjoy hurting anyone I care about. So, Dragon has to know. It’s time I start trying to rely on my man and give him what I expect from him—complete honesty and faith. He deserves that.
I’m feeling better with my decision. I’ll get back and have Dragon and his men go search the school for Dani. There’s nothing that Dragon and I can’t handle together.
Chapter 14
Dragon
“What the fuck do you mean she’s missing?”
“I told her not to leave the shop while I went outside to take a call from an Army buddy. I wasn’t gone over five minutes Drag, I swear. I go back in and she’s gone. I was watching the entrance the entire time.”
I grab the first thing I can find, which happens to be the whiskey bottle I was about to have a drink out of. Just try and relax around this damned place. The bottle explodes against the wall and it does not do one damn thing to make me feel better.
“You were supposed to be watching her motherfucker, not the fucking door. If all I wanted was the fucking door watched I would have sent a son-of-a-bitching prospect! Of which your ass might be again by the end of the fucking day!”
“Drag, man, I’m telling you my eyes never left that…”
“But it did motherfucker, because you left my woman alone and the backdoor unguarded and I know this because her damned cell phone was found crushed by the door!”
Bull doesn’t respond, but then there’s nothing else for him to say at this point. Fuck, when did my club become such a damned mess? Did we have it easy for so damned long that my men got soft? This was a juvenile, stupid-ass mistake and if my woman gets hurt because of it I will gut Bull, friend or no friend.
“Drag, Nicole just called in. Frog went to pick her up.”
I don’t know if the sigh of relief in the room was from me or Bull. I just know those are the best words I’ve ever heard.
“Call the rest of the men off the search.”
“Already done,” Freak says heading back towards my office where he’s been working, going over the tapes of the flower shop. The man who has been sneaking around my club is the one who took Nicole—a Donald Tover. He has ties to Michael Kavanagh and that in and of itself signed his death warrant. I will end him. I just have to plot how I’m going to do it. A man with that much power and money can’t disappear easily. Worse, he’ll be harder to trap.
“You, get out of my sight for now, go find Crusher and drag his ass back here!” I order Bull. It’s harsh, but motherfucker, it feels like I can trust my prospects more than the original patched in members!
He gives me a look of disgust and leaves the room. It’s another twenty minute wait and three shots of whiskey to calm my nerves before my woman walks through the front door. I’m practically on her before she takes one step in.
Before she can even speak, I have her wrapped in my arms. I inhale her scent, breathing deeper so I can take it all the way in.
“God, Mama,” I whisper shakily into her ear, as I feel her arms go around me and hold onto me tightly.
Her nails are digging into my back with a fierceness that tells me just how scared my woman has been. I need to find out information, I need to hunt down the bastard responsible for it all, but all I can think right now is that I need Nicole. I need her taste, her comfort. I need the feel of her in my arms. It’s a need so huge that I almost take her right where we’re standing. I can’t. I have to capture this SOB before he has a chance to escape. So for now, I push my tongue into her mouth and content myself with a kiss. It’s a fucking great kiss though, full of heat and need. Our tongues fighting each other for control and my dick pounding with the need to be buried deep inside of her.
We break away slowly. She takes a shaky breath and rests her forehead on my chest. Her hands are gripping my biceps and her nails are still digging into me. It soothes me.
“Dragon,” she whispers.
My name on her lips. Her taste on my tongue. That is all I need in life.
“Mama, talk to me.”
“They have Dani, Dragon. He’s demanding I…he’s torturing me with her. He has Dani, Dragon.”
I listen to her mumbled words and the fear in her voice physically hurts me.
“Where Nicole?”