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Chapter 17

Stone

“ I f you don’t tell me where my girl is, I’ll fucking kill you. Better yet, I’ll let him kill you,” I threatened the first person within ten feet, grabbing the guy by the shirt collar and growling.

“Stone,” Mordy said my name, but I ignored him.

“What the fuck is your problem?” the guy asked, his eyes widening a little more with each passing second.

“Stone,” Mordy said my name again, and I didn’t answer him.

“You’re my problem,” I spat in the guy’s face.

“Graham, fecking let that arsehole go. He doesn’t know anything.”

“Huh? How do you know that? Any of these shits could be guilty.”

“Aye, but I just saw that guy get out of his car as we drove in.”

“So? That doesn’t mean anything.”

“While I agree, I would say the piss running down the leg of his trousers and onto your boot would confirm he’s too much of a pussy to handle éan .” Mordy nodded toward the poor sap, and my gaze followed, finding exactly the picture he’d painted with his words. Sure enough, the guy had a wet line down the front of his jeans, and piss was getting on my boot.

“Umm. Yeah. Go find a better purpose. Get a job,” I said the first thing that came to my mind.

“I have a job,” he nervously replied.

“What my brother here is trying to say is get the feck out of here, Mr. Pissy-Pants. Any man who pisses his trousers because he’s roughed up a little has no business going in a BDSM club.” Mordicus had a smug smile on his face, getting tickled at himself, but it faded quickly.

I followed Mordy’s lead into the club, and all eyes were on us immediately. I didn’t think we would stick out like a sore thumb in here while we were wearing our leather vests and boots, but we did. Perhaps it was the air around us. Honestly, I didn’t know why all eyes were on us and didn’t care. All I cared about was getting to Bird. I didn’t give a shit. They could gawk all night long as long as Bird was okay. She had to be. Otherwise, I wouldn’t survive this. Neither would Mordy.