Without telling Colt, or any of the club what was going on, I ran out to the lot and climbed on my bike. I was all fingers and thumbs as I tried to secure the chin strap on my helmet and cursed aloud at myself. But Chloe's disappointed glare rattled around my mind, a repeat of the time I had ridden without a helmet and something inside of me insisted I put the damn thing on. I had to get to Chloe's place. I had to let her know that Zak was one of Loki's Legion. She was in danger and I needed to get to her.
Delilah followed me out repeatedly asking what the hell was wrong, but I ignored her pleas and shouted, “Dee, just open the goddamn gates! I need to get the fuck out of here. NOW!”
Thankfully she knew me well enough to just do it. Once they were open, I took off along the street changing up the gears as fast as the bike would let me.
“Come on, come on, come on.” Dodging in and out of traffic and flirting with death with every maneuver, I made my way toward Chloe's apartment. Nothing else was more important than my desperate need to get to her. My heart was racing and I was so damned terrified of what I was going to find when I got there.
Please let her be okay, God, please. If you're up there and you haven't given up on me completely then please...just let her be okay. I can't make any promises of changes I'll make, but all I can say is that she doesn't deserve to be hurt. She's sweet and kind and beautiful. She never hurt anyone who didn't deserve it. Brett...well that was self-defense. Please God...I'm fucking begging you right now.
I screeched the bike to halt and threw it to the ground before I ran toward the building, ripping my helmet from my head as I stomped the pavement with my heavy boots. An old lady was exiting as I got the door.
“Hey, darlin'. You seen Chloe today, apartment four?” I asked as calmly as I could manage smiling sweetly but feeling anything but sweet on the inside. I was ready to commit murder.
“Oh...Chloe...lovely girl. Fed my cat when I went to my daughter's you know. But no dear, I haven't seen her since yesterday. She had a gentleman caller.” She smiled as she replied and held the door open for me. I was on the verge of telling her off for trusting me. I could've been anyone wanting to get in there.
Instead I bit my tongue and smiled. “Okay, thank you, ma'am. You have a nice day now.” Unwilling to continue the pleasantries, I dashed past her and took the steps two at time. The elevator would've been far too slow and time was a commodity I didn't have.
Once outside her door, I banged on it with my balled fist. “Chloe! Chloe, honey, are you in there? Open the door. It's me, Six. I'm...I'm not angry I'm just checking up on you is all. Don't be scared, baby, okay? Just...just open the door.”
Nothing.
Bang, bang, bang. “Chloe, baby. Come on. Open up, okay? I just wanna know that you're all right. I can explain why if you open up.”
Nothing.
Checking the corridor for other residents and finding the area empty. I placed my helmet on the floor dropped my left shoulder, took three paces back and with as much force as I could muster I ran at the door. Much to my anger I bounced off and fell on my ass. Fuck! I got up and did it again. Same thing. Please God! Third time I rammed the door and there was a loud crack as the door flew open and hit the opposite wall with such a force it knocked a huge hole in it.
I ran inside calling out her name. There was food in grocery bags on the kitchen counter tops. I kicked my way through the door to the bedroom and bathroom. No sign of her. Fuck it! Was I too late? Or was she okay and out for a walk? Was I going to have some serious explaining to do when she turned up to find my stalker ways were back with a vengeance? I kind of hoped so. At least that way she would be okay.
Back in the living room I spotted two wine glasses and an open bottle. One of the glasses was almost empty and there was a lipstick mark on the rim. I lifted the glass and held it up to the light. A gritty residue floated around the bottom of the glass.
Jeez he drugged her!
Okay now things had gotten very, very bad. Where the fuck was she? What had the bastard done with her? I gripped the strands of my hair and dropped my head back as I shouted expletives at the ceiling.
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After securing her door as best I could, I went back to the club and explained to Colt exactly what had happened.
He rubbed his eyes and shook his head groaning. “Awww fuck no. Just when everything seemed okay. Fuck! You kids are going to send me to an early grave!” He grabbed his cell from his pocket and hit dial as he walked away. “Dee, get the guy a fucking drink!” He called as he stomped toward the small office in back on the ground floor.
“Anybody'd think the dick was sixty or something,” I chuntered as I watched him retreat.
Dee handed me a double whiskey. “She'll be okay, Six. Try not to worry, 'kay?”
“How the fuck do you know that, Dee? You've seen what those bastards are capable of! They could have killed her for all I know!” I snapped, immediately regretting my attitude toward her and hoping I was completely wrong. “Fuck, I'm sorry. I didn't mean—”
She held up her hand. “Hey. Stop. It's okay. No apology needed.” She walked around and sat beside me at the bar. “I went to see Cain like you suggested.”
I turned my head to look at her, aware she was changing the subject to calm me down. “You did?”
She nodded. “Told him I was sorry and that I was moving on. That I would probably always love him, but that I accepted he didn't love me.”
I smiled at the poor girl. “Good for you, Dee. I think it needed to be done. What'd he say?”
“Just that he was sorry he didn't feel the same about me. And that he was sorry for the way he spoke to me.”
Reaching out I squeezed her shoulder. “See, he's a good guy.” I closed my eyes as I realized just how much I was missing my best friend. “I wish he was fit right now. I could use his help to find out where Chloe is. If those bastards have laid a single finger on her...” I shook my head as my mind conjured up unwelcome violent images to torture me.
“I know, Six. I know.”