“Fuck,” I clip. “Go look for her, tell her to call me. I want to talk to her tonight,” I demand.
“Will do, brother.”
Della told her about the baby, without a doubt. Then she called me, heard that bitch calling out my name. I’ve been avoiding her, too lost in my own head, trying to categorize everything. Organize everything, come to terms with the fact that I really fucking like her. More than I’ve ever liked anyone, and it’s odd as shit, especially since I haven’t known her long and I’m already considering making her my Old Lady.
Now she thinks… fuck, I don’t know what she thinks. I need to know, need to make sure she’s secure. Which I promised her I’d do and I’m already goddamn failing.
Fuck.
Chapter Twenty
MOUNTAIN
“What do you mean you can’t find her?” I roar.
There’s a moment of silence and Coyote doesn’t speak, he’s so quiet that I think he’s ended the call, but I know that he wouldn’t. Not on me. I hear him let out a grunt, then a sigh. He groans and my irritation grows by the second.
“I mean, I can’t find her,” he barks. “She’s fuckin’ gone. She was at the bar but now she ain’t in your room, the bar, the clubwhores’ common room, outside. She’s like a goddamn ghost.”
“I’m calling Dragon,” I bark.
Coyote lets out a grunt. “Calm the fuck down, Mountain. I’ll find her.”
This time he does end the call and all I can do is stand in the middle of the gravel parking lot and grip my burner phone in my hand so tightly that it cracks under the pressure. Deciding not to break it, I shove it in my pocket and close my eyes, inhaling a deep breath before I let it out.
“She’s gone,” Eagle says, but he doesn’t pose it as a question, it’s very much a statement. “We’ll get this shit dropped off and get back to Eagar as soon as humanly possible. You want to fly back? I’ll drive the truck.”
Turning slowly, I look over at him, unable to hide the surprise in my features. “Fly back?” I ask.
He nods his head once. “Yeah, you want to get back sooner, I’ll drive home.”
Shaking my head, I am so fucking tempted to take him up on his offer. I don’t. “Nah. Let’s just get this shit there, unloaded, and head home together. No way am I going to leave you hangin’ like that. Coyote will find her.”
Coyote might find her. Maybe. If she hasn’t run away on purpose. If she hasn’t been kidnapped. Either situation, it could be difficult to find her. Leighton knows how to live without leaving a digital footprint. She’s done it before, and I have no doubt that she can do it again.
I fucked up.
I really fucked up.
Lifting my hand, I run my fingers through my hair. I’ll never sleep tonight, but I’m too tired to drive.
“Let’s rest a few hours, then we’ll head out,” Eagle suggests.
Closing my eyes, I open them slowly with a nod. “Yeah.”
Turning from him, I head back inside the loud clubhouse and straight to my room for the night. When I flip the light on, I lift my head and stop at the sight on my bed. There is the girl from earlier, completely stripped down, her legs spread wide and a smile on her face.
“The fuck,” I whisper.
She laughs. “Exactly. Come, fuck,” she coos. “You left me wanting and nobody leaves me wanting. Not ever.”
Shaking my head, I take a step toward her as rage fills me and flows through my veins. Granted, I know without a doubt that it’s my fault Leighton is pissed off at me, but another part of me knows that this bitch didn’t fucking help my case.
“You better get your skinny naked ass outta my sight. I am one second from losing my fucking cool, bitch,” I spit.
She doesn’t do what I warn her to do. Instead, she shifts to her knees, the piercings on her tits winking in the light, drawing my attention to them for a moment before I lift my gaze up to meet hers again.
“I don’t think that I will,” she whispers. “I liked the taste I had, and I want more.”
“What the fuck?” I whisper. “How in the fuck are you a whore and still breathing, talking and acting this way?” I ask.
She smiles, then tilts her head to the side. It’s then that I finally see it. I see the crazy in her eyes. That gleam that clearly shows me she ain’t fucking right in the head. I’ve seen it before, I’ve fucked it before, but crazy is not what I want right now. It’s not what I need either.
I don’t need shit from her, I only need shit from one person and that’s Leighton. Call it an addiction, call it whatever the fuck you want to, but Leighton is mine and I’m not about to lose her over having some nameless cunt suck my dick.
“That’s where you’ve made your first mistake,” she breathes.
I don’t bother asking her what that is, she’ll tell me, she likes to hear herself talk. She’s been spewing shit since I showed up here. Lifting my arms, I cross them across my chest and watch her, waiting to see what she’ll say next.
“I’m not a whore.”
When she doesn’t elaborate immediately, I stand there staring at her for a lot fucking longer than I feel is necessary. I inhale a short breath and release it.
“Then who are you?” I ask on a sigh.
She licks her lips, making a big show and I find that she’s fucking tedious. If she was a whore, and this was my club, I’d have kicked her ass outta here a helluva long time ago. She leans forward, her tits swaying when she does. My eyes flick down, unable to stop myself from watching a pair of swaying tits if my life depended on it.
“I’m the president’s Old Lady.”
“The fuck?” I whisper.
She turns around, showing me her back, and there right on her shoulder is the president of this chapter’s brand. There’s no mistaking it, there’s no hiding it. His road name is Black Widow and the BW is unmistakable.
“He lets me play.” She laughs as she turns around. “He also has cameras in the guest rooms. He’ll be watching. If you don’t make me happy, he’ll know.”
I talked to Black when we got here. Even, calm, relaxed dude. He was a little on edge as soon as he saw me, something that I’ve never noticed from him before. I didn’t think much of it, figured he had club shit on his mind.
Although, maybe now I understand why. I’ve never spent the night here. We usually blow right through. I’ve only ever seen him at Savage Beast reunions. Which we only have once every five years. I don’t know much about him at all, and it seems I know even less than I thought.
She slides off of the bed, her feet carrying her naked body toward me. She stops close enough to touch me, but she doesn’t reach out, at least not yet. Judging by the look in her eyes, she’s seconds from reaching out, from touching, from doing whatever the fuck she wants.
I’m in her house now and she is going to get what she wants. I have a feeling that she always does anyway. She rises to her toes, her lips hovering over mine. “We’re going to have a great time. I can’t wait to see if your stamina matches the size of your dick. I liked what I got, and I’m ready to take you for a spin, Mountain.”