To Save Sir (Doms of Decadence 7)

Fucking bullshit.

She’d told him her friends were packing up her stuff. If she’d wanted to go and help them then why hadn’t she said anything? Why the fuck would she just leave a note?

Had she left him?

His gut tightened. No. He wasn’t losing Jenna. Whatever was going on, they could fix it. He’d make sure of it. He just wasn’t certain what needed fixing. Fuck. He leaned his head back against the chair, closing his eyes. Actually, he had some idea of what might be the problem.

She missed Haven.

She’d tried to hide it, but he’d seen it in her voice, her face. He’d figured she’d just get over it. And now she’d gone ther

e without him. What if she didn’t want to come back?

Then you move there to be with her.

Could he do that? Leave everything?

And what exactly was he leaving? A crappy apartment? A job he loved, but he could still work from Haven. Or start his own company.

What mattered most was Jenna. Her happiness came first.

He ran his hand over his face. At least he knew where she was, and that she would be safe. If she couldn’t be with him then she was safest in Haven where people would watch out for her.

Oh, but she was in a world of trouble when he caught up to her. She wasn’t going to be able to sit down for a long time. In fact, the idea of spanking her ass each night for at least a week held a lot of appeal.

But first he needed to talk to her. He looked over at his phone. He could call her, but it wouldn’t have the same impact as turning up on her doorstep. Then she wouldn’t be able to refuse to speak to him. He quickly packed up his stuff then strode to the front door as the buzzer sounded. He stilled. Was she back?

He pressed down on the button. “Yeah?”

“Curt, it’s Hunter, why the fuck aren’t you answering your phone?”

“Got other things on my mind. I have to leave town for a few days.” It occurred to him he should buzz Hunter in but he didn’t have time to talk to him and explain. He needed to get to his woman and teach her a lesson about running away from him.

“Curt, Jenna’s in trouble.”

His stomach dropped. “I’ll be right down.” He stormed down the stairs, bag in hand. Hunter was waiting outside. Another car pulled up beside Hunter’s truck. Gray stepped out, his hand holding a phone to his ear. He covered the speaker. “Have you told him?”

“Not yet. Just got here,” Hunter snapped.

“Told me what? What’s this about Jenna?” he asked urgently, his heart pounding.

“We think she’s been attacked.”

His heart missed a beat.

***

Curt drummed his fingers against his thigh as he sat in the passenger side of Gray’s car. He’d wanted to drive, but Gray had refused to let him. Hunter was following behind in his truck, Josh and Tiny riding with him. They’d both pulled up at his place while Gray was explaining everything. About an hour ago Melody had alerted Jake that Jenna was in trouble, after hearing a fight over the phone. Jake had placed a call to Travis who’d then contacted Gray.

“Why didn’t Jake call me?”

“Said he didn’t have your number and thought it would be quicker to talk to Travis than find it,” Gray told him tensely. Gray’s phone rang through the Bluetooth speaker.

“Hey, Connor, what do you have?” Gray asked.

“It’s got to be Bethlehem,” Connor replied. “It’s the only town on the way to Haven with a biblical name. There are four hotels and three motels. I’m sending you the address for each. I’ve got the girls ringing each of them to see if Jenna checked in to one . . . wait a second . . . what’s that?”

Someone spoke quietly in the background.