“They ditched me, man. I’ve been driving around for twenty minutes looking for them.”
“You had one fucking job,” I growl, my grip tightening on the phone. “One. Fucking. Job.”
“I know, I’m sorry?—“
“Shut up.” I cut him off, already moving toward the door. “If anything happens to her, you’re a fucking dead man. You hear me, prospect?”
“Fuck.” He groans.
I hang up and immediately text Demi.
Klutch: Where the fuck are you?
I watch the screen, seeing the message marked as read, but no reply comes. My jaw clenches as I type again.
Klutch: Answer me right fucking now.
After what feels like an eternity, her reply comes through.
Blue: I’m fine. With Kenny. Be back soon.
Oh, she thinks she’s fucking cute. “I’m going to spank her ass for this shit,” I growl, thumbs flying across the screen of my phone.
Klutch That’s not what I fucking asked. WHERE. ARE. YOU?
Dots dance across the screen then disappear. Then dance again before her reply comes through.
Blue: At my apartment. Checking on my dad. We’re leaving now.
Fuck. She went back to her apartment? After everything I’ve done to keep her away from there? I tap out another message, my anger growing.
Klutch: Don’t fucking move.
I shove my phone back in my pocket and turn to Yukon. “I gotta go. Demi ditched Rookie and went back to her apartment.”
Yukon’s brow shoots up. “Shit. Need backup?”
“No, I got this. Just tell my dad I’ll be back when I can.”
I don’t wait for his response, just storm out of the garage and jump on my bike. The engine roars to life, and I tear out of the parking lot, pushing the speed limit to get to her.
My mind races with all the shit that could have happened to her. What the fuck was she thinking? That apartment isn’t safe. I told her point blank this morning that whoever broke into her place could come back. That Twenty G’s is a whole lot of fucking incentive to use her to get to him. But does she fucking listen? Hell no. And ditching Rookie? After I explained why I wanted aman on her? My temper flares to new heights and rage burns in my chest, making it hard to breathe.
When I finally reach her building, I’m ready to tear her a new asshole. My first thought is how fucking childish can she be, but I quickly remember how young she actually is. Eighteen to my twenty-eight.
I kick down my kickstand, kill the motor, and suck in a deep breath to calm down. Or at least I try to. Unfortunately for my girl, it’s not fucking helping.
Jumping off my bike, I haul ass up the stairs, taking them two at a time. When I find her door unlocked I feel like I’m about to go nuclear. Stupid. Anyone could walk in while she’s here alone. Shaking my head, I shove it open, ready to chew her ass out only to freeze in my tracks at what I see.
My vision narrows to a pinpoint at the sight of a man with his fist raised, Demi on the floor beneath him, her lip bleeding and terror in her eyes.
Time slows down. Blood roars in my ears.
Without thought, I’m across the room. My hand closes around his raised fist before it can descend. With a brutal twist, I snap this fucker’s wrist like a twig.
His scream pierces the air as I pivot, using the momentum to slam him face-first into the yellowed wall. The drywall cracks from the impact, blood spraying from his shattered nose as he crumbles to the floor.
“Klutch!” Demi’s voice sounds far away.
