“Zane,” Kace yells.
I don’t break eye contact with this piece of shit though. I need answers. I wrap my finger around the trigger and push it harder into him. “You have one second to fucking talk before they’re cleaning up your mother fucking brains,” I hiss.
“I don’t fucking know. He left to pick up Dom from the hospital and hasn’t been back,” he growls.
“Bullshit.”
“Fuck Z, let’s go,” Kace shouts.
“No one has seen him. I don’t fucking know what else to tell you,” he says.
I glance behind me for a second before looking back at him. “If you’re lying to me, I will kill everyone you love while you watch.” I let his head bounce off the floor and rush to the front door.
As soon as I get outside, I’m met with a shove that pushes me into the brick building. “What the fuck are you doing?” Kace growls.
I push him off and stand up straight. “Trying to get answers, because once again, he’s ten fucking steps ahead of us. We need to kill him before he kills us all.” I look around for a second and back at Kace. “Everyone whole?”
“Yeah,” he says, shaking his head. “Glad to see you’re thinking straight.”
“Let’s get the hell out of here,” Enzo says.
Kace has no idea how clear my thinking is right now. I’m not being reckless. I don’t have misplaced anger. I’m doing what I should have done years ago. I’m fighting for my girl’s life.
We get back to Souls and I put my guns back in the safe. Except for my Glock, which I always have on me. When I get back out everyone is standing around the bar.
“Zane, what the fuck was that?” Brooks asks, his eyes full of anger.
I laugh and shake my head. “That was me trying to find out where Kingsley is.”
“It was reckless and stupid,” he yells.
I grab the joint that Riley is smoking and take a hit. “You have a better idea, Prez?”
“Watch it,” he warns, folding his arms.
“We don’t know where he is, which means, at any fucking minute he will pop up. It’s his life or mine. I’m not risking that shit anymore. I’ll do whatever I need to do to get that information. I’m not gonna apologize for it.”
They know I’m right, which is why no one says anything. I’m not waiting around. I walk out the door and get on my bike. I need to see my girl.
When I get there, I send Porter home. He asks what happened, but I was honest and told him I’m not talking about it. He can ask Brooks or Kace. They can tell him how once again we fucked up.
I walk into Harper’s room and I grin when I see she’s awake and Ivy is sound asleep. “Hey beautiful.”
She rolls her eyes, but a smile hits her full lips. “Everything alright?”
I kiss her softly and put the bar down on her bed. I don’t want her to feel unnecessary pain, so I struggle to keep half my body on the bed, just to be close to her. “No babe, everything is not alright,” I whisper. “Where would your old man go if he was hiding from someone?” I’m done trying to do this shit without her. She’s the one with the answers to the questions. If I want shit done, I’m gonna need to rely on her.
She blows out a breath and shakes her head. “He’s at my grandparents’ house.”
“Where the fuck is that?”
“New York,” she whispers.
Mother. Fucker.
6
Harper