“What’s up, brother?” I ask with my arm still around Dixie.
Coyote glances between the two of us, narrowing his eyes briefly before glaring at me. “You seen Amethyst tonight?” he demands.
“Not since we got here. Why?” My gut begins to twist. Victoria should be here. Thoughts of her family or that ass Parker finding her start to swirl around in my head. Releasing Dixie, I step away from her. “Go back to doing your job,” I command, not leaving any room for argument. Huffing, Dixie storms away from Coyote and me.
“You’re a fuckin’ dick, VP” Coyote mutters.
“So fuckin’ what. Now, why did you ask about Amethyst? You want your dick in her?” I snap.
“No, I don’t want my dick in her, but I’m fucking sick of seeing her hurt. You’re the only one in the club who is a complete ass toward the woman. She’s worked her ass off here and something you might not have noticed since you constantly seem to be with Dixie or Gia, but Amethyst has lost weight. And anytime someone has offered something to eat, she turns it down,” Coyote says.
With each word that comes out of Coyote’s mouth, I realize he’s right. Victoria hasn’t been eating at home either.
Fuck.
Not saying a word, I storm passed him, heading the way I came to go toward the hallway where the offices are held. Opening the door to hers, I walk in to find her not there. “Where the fuck is she?” I growl, turning to face my brother.
“I don’t fuckin’ know. That’s why I came to find you,” Coyote seethes.
“Damnit,” I say as I move further down the hall to my own office, one I barely use unless I’ve got to, the one that’s used when I need to use my skills. They don’t call me Tracker for nothing. I can hunt down anyone who’s trying to hide.
Unlocking the door, I move quickly toward the wall of monitors. Pressing a few keys on the keyboard, I rewind them to where I need them to be. On the first monitor, I notice her standing in the shadows, looking out in the main room. Victoria seems to stand there for a while, and a look of hurt and pain crosses her face before she turns to leave.
Turning to the next monitor, I find her walking down the hall toward her office but instead of stepping in there she walks past it to the back entrance. She stops briefly as if she were contemplating before glancing over her shoulder, tears shining on her cheeks.
What the hell is she doing?
It’s not like she can leave in her car. I have the only key which was confirmed when Mikey checked her car for a spare.
Fuckin’ hell.
Moving to another screen, I watch in bewilderment as she lays down on the ground next to her car and scoots underneath the damn thing. A minute later, she slides back out and stands with a look of triumph.
Damn, I wonder where she hid the fuckin’ key. ThenI’m going to ream the fuckin’ prospect’s neck for not finding the damn key.
Narrowing my eyes, I continue to stare at the screen as Victoria climbs in and starts the car. My blood boils as she backs up and pulls out of the parking lot. I catch her turn east rather than the opposite direction toward the house she shared with Raven.
This means one thing.
Victoria is running.
Motherfuckin’ hell. I’m going to strangle the damn woman when I find her.
“What are you going to do, VP?” Coyote asks.
“I’m going to catch up with her,” I snap as I sit at my desk and start pulling up programs as I pull my phone out of my pocket to text Nerd.
“You sure about that? I mean no disrespect to you as my VP and all, but you treat her like trash instead of a woman you claim is yours. Or as you say, own. You know I’m all for the free pussy and getting my dick wet, but if I were in your shoes, I wouldn’t be pulling the shit you are. I’d be fighting for the woman my dick really wants. ‘Cause as my pain in the ass sister will put it, the heart and body know before the mind does and will make you do stupid shit. So, man the fuck up and accept she’s yours or fuckin’ let her go,” Coyote states.
Grinding my teeth, I clench my fist ready to pummel my brother, but I know he’s right. If I want her, I need to stop this shit I’ve been doing. Everything I’ve done over the last several weeks has been fucked up. I’m sure I should let her go, but I can’t. Like he said, the heart and body knows what it wants. My head just needs to get on board with it all.
But for any of that to happen, I’ll need to find her before anyone else does.
Chapter Nine
Victoria
Four weeks ago, I left my life yet again. All because I couldn’t handle the sight of the one man who’s ever caused my heart to jump with other women. I thought it was the best decision at the time. Tracker hurt me so much and I don’t even think he knows.
The night I left the club, I’d stopped at enough banks to grab enough money to get on the first plane I could. When I landed in Dallas, I’d been a nervous wreck. Renting a car, I started to drive to my next destination. I stopped at a bank while it was open and withdrew a good amount out of my trust fund. I knew this was a big risk which is why after checking my phone I threw it down a sewer drain. I was smart to write down all my contacts I needed, though.
After driving from Dallas to the first airport I could in New Mexico, at which point I got on the first flight to Australia, where I landed in Melbourne, drove into South Australia, and rented a villa right on the beach.
And for the last three weeks and some change since I’ve been here, I’ve done nothing but sit here and watch the water. Somedays, I sit outside the villa I’d rented while others I sit on the beach.
Today is no different than the other days except this time I’m staring at a stick instead of the water.
Pregnant.
How the hell could I be pregnant after only having sex once?
Now, instead of having to keep myself hidden, I need to protect my child, a child who should be able to grow up with both its mother and father. Maybe I should contact Tracker just to let him know.
Don’t be an idiot. He doesn’t want you. He definitely won’t want you when your body is ruined by having a baby. No one will.
It doesn’t matter though if he will want me or not. This isn’t just about me anymore. He doesn’t have to want me. But he deserves to know about his child.
I could wait until the baby’s born, though. That might be the best way to do this.
Shaking my head, I throw the stick away. I have time to decide what to do. First things first, make an appointment with a doctor. Well, find a doctor here first.
Washing my hands, I make my way into the kitchen to grab some water and head outside. Today, I’m going to sit on the beach and leave my worries behind.
As I open the door, I gather my things and make my way down to my usual spot. The sounds of a motorcycle revving causes my heart to jump as I think about Tracker.
Nope, don’t go there and start letting that shit up into your head.
Shaking my head, I lay my blanket down and set my bag on the edge of it before sitting in the middle.
Staring at the water, I become enthralled by the sounds. It’s soothing in a way I never expected. When I’m out here or even just sitting outside on the porch of the villa, it’s as if all my stress is gone. There’s nothing to worry about here unlike everywhere else.