“Who are you?”
His fingers pick at the tape on my left eye, and he carefully peels it off. I blink, but the lights are dim, and everything’s out of focus for a second till I register who he is. He smiles at my gasp.
“Yes, princess. It’s me. Your knight in shining armor.” He leans down quickly and covers my mouth with his, sinking his tongue into my mouth. I squirm and shake my head, but he moans and groans as if he’s in pleasure while half his body covers me and his hands wander. No longer playing it safe but going everywhere.
I bite his tongue. Hard. When he pulls away, I spit out the chunk I tore off just before he punches me in the face. There’s a pause, and then he does it again and again.
“Fuck! Why did you make me do that, princess? It wasn’t supposed to be like that. Fuck!” He punches me again, and I groan as I feel him roll away, my eyes closed and my ears ringing.
The guy might not be a fighter, but he packs a punch. He might not train like I do, but he’s seen enough fights to know what to do. I mean, that’s his job. To watch the fights. To protect the fighters.
Mack is going to be so pissed once he realizes the guy he pays to escort me to and from my fights is my stalker.
Henry grumbles as he walks away and out of the room. He’s pissed enough to not put the tape back on my eye, and I take in everything I can about where I am. Things look similar,but different. I feel like I understand where I am, but before I can really get my brain on board, Henry’s back, and he has something in his hand.
I sink into the bed, but there’s nowhere to go as he injects me with something.
“Sleep, princess. This won’t kill you, but if you push me, I might do something I’ll regret, and we don’t want that. You might remember the feeling of this drug. But unlike Roy, I know how much to give you to really put you out. Sleep well, princess. And when you’re ready, your Prince Charming will be here to kiss you awake.”
I hate being calling princess. And I really hate Snow White references. Why can’t it ever be a reference to Merida and her bow and arrow? That girl really had it going on.
But as I drift off to sleep, I get it. I’m freaking Snow White, and the prince who wakes me up better be clad in leather and riding a freaking motorcycle.
Chapter 27—Domino
“This is like a whore in church. Utterly useless.”
I don’t disagree with Pike, but I would have said it differently. Add a few more curse words and maybe throw about ten things, or twenty, and you’d be at my level of frustration.
Twelve hours. Twelve hours we’ve been at this and have gotten nothing. Flint couldn’t get anything off the satellite he tried to pull imagery from. Hell, even the Crazy Eights came up with jack shit. Casper has put in every call to help that he can think of, but without anyone knowing who took her, we’ve got shit to go on.
Any way of tracking her was left inside the warehouse as well. The guy knew what he was doing. He either planned this well or has done it before, grabbing people and kidnapping them.
A thought pops into my head. Something Summer said about missing people. Maybe hehasdone this before. Maybe this guy is the missing link to what brought me and my team here in the first place.
“Get Flint back on the line,” I tell Radar.
We brought in the only other guy who knows how to operate the systems. I know the basics, but we need someone who understands the tech wording Flint and the C8 rep say so the rest of us can understand what’s going on. Link is out of surgery, but he hasn’t come out of the anesthesiayet. The docs say it’s normal, and they want him to come out of it naturally to prevent any damage or something. I wasn’t really listening. Just knew that the one guy who might help identify the stalker is still out and no help to us right now.
“You got something?” Mickey lifts an eyebrow. He’s been by my side the whole time. Brought me back from the edge a few times when I was about to spiral by giving me options to look into that we hadn’t thought about before. So far, all our ideas have gone to shit. But hey, what’s one more dead-end road to go down?
“Maybe.”
I wait till Flint’s on the line before I say more, collecting my thoughts to make sense of what sparked the idea in the first place.
“Yo,” Flint says over the tapping of his keys, and I can’t help but love that about him. He’s been up all night with us, trying everything we ask him to. We wouldn’t have to rely on him so much if we had an official tech guy here, but before I came, Cast Off ran off the original guy and put his own in the chair to keep things out of the club’s eye. I popped that asshole the first day I arrived, and since then, the seat’s been vacant till I put Link in the chair.
“I want you to run a back trace on all the missing persons in the area. I want you to tell me how many went missing before I showed up.”
“One sec. Right, you got a time frame or just in general?”
I think on it for a second. “Give me the state’s missing number compared to when Cast Off was part of the club.”
“On average, I’d say it went up by 3 percent.”
“And when he was gone?”
“Stayed the same till you got into town two months later. But that could be linked to the holidays and all.”
