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“You got that duffle bag I lent you?”
Jinx looked up from the bowl of cereal in front of him. “Huh?”
I rolled my eyes and sat on the chair next to him. “I need my duffle bag back, Jinx. Where did you put it?”
“I think I lent it to Tank. He needed it to get all of his shit from Rain’s place.”
Fucking hell. I just needed the bag to pack a few clothes, and I was on a wild goose chase for it. “So where is Tank?” And my fucking duffle bag.
Jinx shrugged and looked back down at his cereal. “I haven’t seen him for a couple of days. Last I saw of him was when he grabbed the duffle bag from me.”
I tipped my head to the side. “What do you mean you haven’t seen him in a couple of days?”
Jinx shrugged. “I’m just saying I haven’t seen him. I’m sure one of the other guys has.”
I stood and looked around the clubhouse. All the guys were hanging around, except for Tank. “Yo,” I called. “Anyone know where Tank is?”
“Saw him two days ago with a duffle bag,” Jinx called.
I glared at him. “Yeah, I got that, dumbass.”
He shrugged. “Just thought I would say it again.”
I ran my fingers through my hair. “Anyone else besides Jinx see Tank lately?” I clarified.
“I saw him at Skinz on Saturday night. He didn’t look very happy,” Jet shouted from behind the bar.
Six-Gun sat down next to Jinx. “Mitzy asked to talk to him last night, but I couldn’t find him. I texted him, but he never replied.”
“Rebel,” I called. “You seen him?”
Rebel shook his head. “Not for a few days. Fucking Rain was messing with his head, and I told him to fucking drop that rancid pussy. He got pissed and stopped talking to me.” Rebel shrugged. “She got her hooks sunk deep in him.”
“I thought he was cutting her loose?” Playboy asked.
“He was,” Jinx replied. “He said he was going to get all of his shit from her place because they were over.”
Jesus Christ. I did not need to deal with this on top of everything else that the club was handling. “Call him,” I told Jinx. “Put it on speaker.”
Jinx pulled out his phone and laid it on the table with the speakerphone on. It rang five times, and then the voicemail kicked on.
“Yo,” I called when it beeped. “Where the fuck are you, Tank? Give me a call when you get this. Hell, call any of us. Don’t fucking care who you call, just call.” I nodded to Jinx, and he ended the call.
“We thinking something happened to him?” Mace asked.
I scrubbed my hand down my face. “He probably went on a bender and is sleeping it off somewhere.”
“And what if he’s not?” Rebel asked. “I think we should track down Rain and see when the last time she saw him was.”
“Fine by me. Two of you go and see what you can figure out.” I nodded to Rebel.
“She was at the club last night. At least when I was there with Memphis.” Six-Gun pointed the remote at the TV and turned it off. “I can go with you.”
Rebel nodded. “Thanks, brother.”
“Let me know what you find out,” I instructed. “And make sure when you find him, he has my fucking duffle bag.”
“Why the hell are you so hung up on your duffle bag?” Rebel laughed.
“I’m gonna be staying over at Mitzy’s until we figure out what the hell happened last night.”
“You really think it was something sinister going on? I mean, it doesn’t really seem like a stretch for one of the other girls to bring in drugs.” Jinx wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “It’s not like we’ve hired a bunch of angels to strip every night.”
I wasn’t naïve. I knew drugs were moving around Skinz, but this didn’t feel as simple as that. “I don’t know. I just think we need to check out every avenue before chalking it up to a fluke.”
Six-Gun nodded. “Rebel and I are headed to the club when it opens this afternoon. You think Mitzy has a schedule in her office we can use to make sure we talk to everyone who was working last night?”
“I’m sure she’s got something. I can ask her when I go back over to her house.” I glared at Jinx. “As soon as I find a fucking duffel bag.”
Playboy chuckled. “I’ve got one you can use. Just don’t lend it to Jinx, or I’ll never get it back.”
Jinx raised his middle finger in the air.
“You gonna be over there for a while?” Jet asked.
I shrugged. “I don’t know. I figure when she’s at the club, one of you guys will be there to watch her. When she’s at home, I’ll be the one there.” Though it was going to be a couple of days before Mitzy would be back to work. I could tell on the ride back to her house this morning that she was exhausted. With each mile that went by, her body relaxed into me.
“Mitzy basically lives at the club, brother. You’re just going to need a place to sleep and then you’ll be free.” Rebel nodded to me. “I can be the one to keep an eye on her when she’s at the club.”
I tipped my head to the side. Rebel had been into Rain for a while, but was he now into Mitzy? “You guys can rotate through keeping an eye on her when she is working.”
Rebel smirked and eyed me knowingly. “Whatever you say, boss.”
Yeah, Rebel was after Mitzy now. That wasn’t going to fucking happen. “We’ll have church tomorrow morning after you guys talk to the girls, yeah?” I needed to pack up some things and head over to Mitzy’s for the rest of the day.
“I dropped Mitzy’s car off to her house last night. I figured she was going to be needing it eventually,” Jinx called. “Just so you know. I parked it in her garage. You need to tell her she shouldn’t hide her spare key under the front mat. I was in her house without breaking a sweat.”
It was already on my to-do list to move her spare key. She was crazy to hide it there. “Already on it, brother.”
Three hours later, I was back on my bike and headed back to Mitzy’s. The duffel bag Playboy had said he had for me to borrow had disappeared, and it took him two hours to track the fucking thing down.
Maybe I just needed to buy everyone a fucking duffle bag for when we needed to go on a run or something so we would all have one when it came time.
I rolled up the driveway to Mitzy’s and parked in front of the porch.
Mitzy’s house was surprising. It sat outside of town, on a backroad most people didn’t know about, at the end of a gravel driveway. The two-story, white farmhouse had a large porch on the front, a two-car detached garage, and a utility shed that stood behind it.
Not Mitzy at all. At least, not the Mitzy I knew.
I grabbed my duffle bag and slung it over my shoulder. After climbing onto the porch, I knocked on her front door and waited for her to swing it open with some sass pouring out of her mouth.
As crazy as it may have seemed, there was something sexy about Mitzy being a bitch and throwing attitude at me. Call me a glutton for punishment, but I was into it.
It could also be I wanted to be the one who worked that attitude out of her.
She didn’t come to the door, so I grabbed the key from out under the front mat. It had been about four hours since I dropped her off, and I figured she had probably passed out.
As much as I wanted to look around and check out her house, I first wanted to get eyes on Mitzy. By the time I made it to the last bedroom, my blood was boiling.
I stalked down the stairs and out to the garage.
“SON OF A BITCH!”
Mitzy was gone, and so was her car.
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