He pulled out his phone and handed it to me, and I shot myself a text from it before handing it back.
“You need help looking?” he asked.
I shook my head. “I’ll find her.”
Clay looked like he wanted to argue, but I just turned and walked out.
I would find her. I wasn’t about to let Clayton fucking Hammond swoop in like some shitty hero. If anyone was gonna rescue her, it was gonna be me. But I hoped like fuck that she didn’t need rescuing. Except every minute that passed that I didn’t hear from her or find her, it was more likely that Johnny Jack’s guys had somehow figured something out.
Back in my car, Bonham stayed in constant contact with Luis, but Scarlett wasn’t at any of the spots they checked either. The four of us swept over nearly the entire town. The library, the cafes, the historic district, the movie theater, every fucking place we could think of that she’d ever hung out. She was nowhere. Her driver was still stationed at the dance school, but her appointment had come and gone, and she was a no-show. Another one of my contacts had said that she still hadn’t gone home, and another guy did a sweep of the school just in case, but she wasn’t there.
Real panic started to set in.
And then my phone buzzed.
I pulled it out, fucking hoping that it would be her and it was—but not in the way I expected. When I swiped the screen to open the text message, my blood turned cold.
It was a photo of her, sent by an unknown number. I could tell by the background that she was at the train tracks. There was a time stamp on it from hours earlier, right after last period ended.
I hadn’t even realized that I’d slammed on my brakes, totally stopping traffic, until Bonham nudged me. “Dude. Gimme the phone and drive the fucking car before someone smashes into us.”
Jolting my head up, I pushed the phone into his chest, flung out my middle finger to everyone honking at me, and sped off.
“Fuck.” Bonham’s voice was strained and full of panic. I could see him zooming in on the photo to get closer to her face, and for some reason, I wanted to snatch the phone from him, but I kept myself in check.
“Did they take her?” he asked, his eyes still on the screen.
I ground my teeth together. “Sure as fuck looks like it.”
“Fuck!” He punched a fist into my dashboard, so hard that I’m surprised he didn’t make the airbag engage.
The next second, he was forwarding the photo to the other guys. His phone immediately started ringing, and I could hear Godfrey yelling on the other line.
“Tell them to meet at my place. We’ll grab some shit and go find Johnny Jack’s guys.”
Bonham relayed the information, all three of them knowing full well what I meant. My dad had a room dedicated to weapons, and we’d be dipping into his stash before we ventured into Macon Mob territory. If they had her, I wasn’t willing to wait, and I wasn’t stupid enough to go in unarmed.
I pulled up to my house in record time, just as Godfrey and Luis sped in behind me. We parked haphazardly, and then we were rushing toward the door.
I grabbed my keyring and tossed it to Luis so that he’d be able to unlock the weapons room and the safes. “Suit up. I’m gonna grab us a change of clothes.”
We sure as fuck couldn’t storm into a crime lord’s house dressed in our prep school outfits.
The three of them rushed toward the back of the house for the stairs to the basement, while I went upstairs, taking the steps two at a time.
When I got to my bedroom, I flung open the door and immediately moved to the closet. Grabbing a duffel, I started shoving hoodies and jeans into the bag. Good enough.
Coming back out of the closet, I looked around for anything else we might need, but I stopped short.
I blinked, not sure if what I was seeing was real.
“Scarlett?”
My tone came out manic and furious, but she didn’t wake up. Relief and anger poured through me.
There she was, sleeping on my bed, with her fucking pleated uniform skirt riding up and showing off the curve of her ass. Her tights were discarded, laying in a pile on the floor along with her shoes. Beneath her skirt, she was wearing cherry red silk panties that barely covered her, and her white polo shirt had ridden up, showing off her stomach. My dick instantly hardened.
She was curled onto her side, her hands under her head, and breathing steadily like she didn’t have a care in the world. I considered shooting off a text to the guys to let them know I’d found her, but instead, I found myself closing the bedroom door and flipping the lock. I stalked over to the side of the bed, and then I stood over her, watching her sleep like a creepy asshole. I couldn’t help it. She looked like some fucking wet dream school-girl fantasy.
Johnny Jack’s men didn’t have her, but something had gone down at the tracks. Something bad, and what had she done? She’d come here. To my house. To my room and in my bed. She felt safe enough here to lay down and fall asleep. For some reason, that made me feel prideful as fuck.
I sat down, making the bed dip and her body shift against my leg. I lifted her skirt to better see her panties, nearly groaning at the sight. Her ass looked good.
I wanted to fuck her again. Right here, right now. I could see with my eyes that she was here and safe, but I needed to feel her.
I dragged the zipper down my pants and pulled my dick out, fisting it in my hand as I dropped to my knees. Pulling her panties to the side, I wasted no time, and buried my face between her legs.
The second my tongue licked up her pretty slit, and my mouth latched onto her clit, she jumped, and a sleepy moan escaped her. She wriggled around, but I kept my hands locked around her hips, holding her in place.
“Rogue? What are you—Oh, God!”
I sucked again, shoving her legs open further so that I could get more of her. My saliva and her own arousal left a wet spot on her panties, and when her legs started to shake with pleasure, I stood up and grabbed a condom from my nightstand. I didn’t want her to come yet. If she was gonna come, I wanted to feel her pussy squeeze my dick.
She was still sleepy, so she didn’t move, but I earned a groan of protest for stopping. I just smirked and rolled the condom on. Then I lifted her onto her hands and knees, and drove my cock into her, right as I smacked my hand against her ass.
“Oh my fuck!” she called out, right before moaning my name. If it was possible, my cock got even harder.
She fell forward onto the mattress from the force of my thrust, so I grabbed her and pulled her up, keeping my forearm across her chest as I held her against me. “Fuck, Rogue,” she said over and over again.
I bit her neck hard, making her whimper, and then pressed my mouth against her ear. “You fucking left and scared the shit out of me,” I snarled.
“I—I—Shit I’m gonna come,” she panted.
I pushed her back down, making her land on her hands again, and smacked her ass again. A nice red mark bloomed on her cheek, and she moaned.
“You like that, Scar? You like it when I spank your ass?”
“Yes!”
She couldn’t contain her moans as I kept fucking her, and pretty soon, she was begging and pleading for me to bring her the pleasure that she was so wild for.
I snatched her hair and held it firmly in my fist, making her arch her back. “Don’t ever leave me like that again,” I growled.