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So, I guess Itemporarilyneed his money right now.
I look up the number for a taxi and book a ride. I’m not dressed in anything too revealing or sexy. Just a lacy black top and a pair of ripped jeans. I’m not there to enjoy myself. My purpose is to find Ronnie. It’s a long shot, but one I’m hoping pans out.
An hour later, I am pulling up at the club. There is a line to get in, but it gives me time to scope everyone out and come up with my next move if I can’t find her here.
When I finally make it inside the club, it’s packed with bodies thrusting themselves on each other. Others are gathered aroundtables, drinking and laughing. There are some in booths making out with each other.
When we were here last week, I saw her walk into the sex dungeon. A shiver runs down my spine as my mind flashes back to the events that took place down there. It was hot, so goddamn hot. All of them touching me and kissing me. It was beyond euphoric. Beyond erotic.
And then I had to go remember my time in that evil fucking place. The time when my captor took my innocence. Made me his.
And everything came crashing down around me.
I find an empty spot along the wall, one where I have a good visual of who is going in or out of the sex club.
For two hours I stand there, and my feet are numb at this point. My head is pounding from the combination of the lights and the god forsaken music.
Seriously, it’s not my cup of tea.
I look down at my phone to see that it’s after midnight. I also see that I have missed calls and texts from the guys.
Kayce:
Hey, we just finished the first game of the double header. Checking in to see how you’re doing.
Drew:
Did you eat? Take a nap?
Kayce:
Okay, second game done. It will be a while before we get back home. We have to do some press tours.
Asher:
Rae, it’s been a few hours and no one has heard from you. Please answer.
Drew:
Raelyn! Just respond so we know you’re okay.
Tristan:
Raelyn?
Drew:
Fuck, we are really worried now. We are on our way home.
As I finish reading the messages, Tristan’s name pops up on my phone. I let it go to voicemail, knowing if I immediately send it there, they will know I rejected their call. This way they absolutely know I am avoiding all of them. I slip my phone back in my pocket and turn to look out at the club.
Still no sign of Ronnie. Shit.
And I know it’s a needle-in-a-haystack situation. Just because she was here before doesn’t mean she will be here tonight. But I have to try and at least find her.
“Hey there.” I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn’t see the guy standing in front of me come up.
He’s short, well, taller than me but definitely shorter than the guys. Maybe five-ten at the most. His dark hair is greasy and messy, and I almost vomit in my mouth from the smell of his rotten breath.