I’d found out while I was in Australia that it had been Jodie who had gone to the press and told them that Georgia had spent the night in a hotel room with me on the anniversary of Sean’s death. Lovely girl. Who the fuck does that to their own cousin?
Jackson had come to see me and told me. I have no idea how he knew I was in town, but he had come to the club and found me. He’s actually a really nice bloke and I could just tell from talking to him that he loves Georgia. He was telling me about the practice Georgia had funded and the counselling work he was doing. She’s never said a word to me. Never once had she mentioned that she’d helped set him up.
I get a lump in my throat thinking about her. She’s going to be devastated. I’ve let her down in the worst possible way and it serves me fucking right if I lose her, not that I’m gonna let that happen, no fucking way, but what’s hurting me right now, is that she’s gone somewhere that makes her feel close to him. I fucking hate being jealous of a dead bloke. I’ve never been jealous of anyone in my life, except him. Dead or alive, I’ve always been jealous of him.
I lean back in my seat and close my eyes. I need to see her, nothing else matters. I just need to see her.
“Give Mark directions, Ben. I need to see her.”
“Won’t get in, Cam. Security at that place is tighter than a duck’s arse, and if she’s told them not to let you in, then you ain’t getting in.” Yeah, we’ll fucking see about that.
“Watch me,” I tell him. He just shakes his head. “You gotta piece on ya?” I ask Ben
“What the fuck ya gonna do, Cam, shoot the fucking doorman?”
“If I have to, Ben, yes.”
My phone rings before any more can be said and Bailey’s name appears on my screen.
“Great, a bollocking from Bailey. Just what I fucking need right now.”
“No sympathy, mate. You brought this one on yourself.” I flip my middle finger up at Ben and answer the call.
“If you don’t tell me she’s with you, I swear to God, King, I’ll pull you limb from fucking limb and feed you to yourself through your own arsehole.”
“She’s not with me. I’ve just got off a plane. Benny said he dropped her at Marley’s old place, ya know, the warehouse conversion?”
“She’s not there; Marley and Lennon went over there earlier. They spoke to Benny. He told them that’s where he dropped her so they went straight there. Security said she came in but left in a black cab about ten minutes later.”
I get a burning sensation rush up from my toes. My entire body feels too hot but I break out in goose bumps and my scalp prickles. It’s fear. What I’m feeling is pure fear. I struggle to catch my breath.
“Cam, no one’s seen or heard from her since she got in that cab. Now, to say that I’m beyond pissed off with you right now, goes without saying, but my priority is to find my sister and make sure she’s safe and not done anything stupid. Cam, I fucking swear, I will gladly do time if she’s hurt herself because of you.”
I struggle to breathe and talk past the lump I have in my throat at the same time. “Bailey, if she’s done anything stupid, you won’t need to look far for me, coz I’ll be wherever she is.” There’s a few seconds of silence. “How’s your mum and the ol’ man doing?” I ask.
“My dad’s out for blood. My mum’s convinced she’s just gone somewhere to be on her own. Jim and Ash don’t think she’d do anything stupid, not with there being a chance that they’re pregnant. I’m just worried because she’s not answering her phone. She must know we’d all be worried.” I want to punch something, I want to jump out of the car and smash something up. I’ve never felt a level of anger and frustration like it. I try to take in a big gulp of air, but instead, a sound resembling a wounded animal escapes from somewhere inside me, and I don’t care. I need to let it out before I explode. I drop my phone down beside me and drop my head between my legs, trying to calm myself down.
“Pull over,” I tell Mark. Scott turns around and looks at me.
“Ben?” I hear Mark question. I kick the back of the car seat with the flat of my foot.
“Pull the fuck over!” I roar.