Page 87 of Crave

“Who knows. All I do know is he’s not coming back…not alive that’s for sure.”

Kieran was Sloane’s team leader. The one who did every task set assigned to him, including the investigation into the breech and the Mexican Cartel. But when I called asking him where the fuck his boss was, the guy acted stunned. He had no idea Sloane was missing. He did now. Not only that it was his job to track his boss down.

But now I needed him for something else.

“I have another problem. One more close to home.”

“Shoot.”

“Angelica’s gone missing. She has no bags, so she can’t have gone far. I need you to track her cell.”

“I’m on it. Was this planned, do you know?”

Her bags are here…

“No.”

“Friends and family?”

That weedy, pathetic boyfriend. That’s who set this up. The spineless coward wasn’t going to see tomorrow. Not by the time I was done with him. “Her boyfriend, Penn Hargreaves.”

“As in Sebastian Hargreaves’s son?”

“Yeah.” I throttled the bike and took the corner hard. “That’s the one.”

“Hang tight, Silas. I’ll find her.”

“I’m counting on it.” I muttered and pressed the button, ending the call.

Something didn’t feel right. She had plenty of opportunities to run before, so why now? And if she was so Hell bent on escaping us, why not take her bags with her? I pushed the bike harder, heading back home while I waited for Kieran to do his thing.

I pulled up out front and climbed off before heading to the front door. It opened before I got there, leaving me to stare at the frantic expression on my brother’s face.

“Any word?” I stepped in, scanning the foyer.

“No.” He shook his head, his eyes wide and terrified. “I don’t know where she went.”

I walked inside, heading to her bedroom. Only I didn’t make it that far, stopping outside the open door to Gabe’s room and stared at the messy bed and her t-shirt hanging on the edge. “She stayed in your room?” I turned to face him.

My little brother’s cheeks reddened as he straightened his spine and looked me dead in the eye. “Yes.”

Did you fuck her?

The question roared to the surface. I clenched my jaw, driving the words back down my throat and tried to get a hold of the unmerciful rage that seethed inside me. Gabriel was far too invested, and now it seemed so was I. “What did you… say to her?”

“Nothing.” He shook his head. “I was in the kitchen making her breakfast when I thought I heard voices. When I came out the door was open…and she was gone.”

It didn’t make sense. None of it.

Beep.

I snatched my cell and lifted it.

Kieran:The boyfriend is on the move, sending you his GPS tracking link now.

A second later another message came through, this time with a link for me to click.

“What is it?”