Page 226 of Ruptured

If he couldn’t find Molly, at the least, he might find some information to pass to Rory and settle, once and for all, if she’d ever return.

Someone slammed a hand against his back and Easton spun around, fists raised.

Until he saw Cleaner and Wally, Jr.

He scowled. “Why’d you fucking hit me?”

“Why you skulking outside Bash’s office?” Cleaner replied.

“Deciding if I want to go in.”

“Move your ass,” Wally, Jr. said, his voice cracking. His eyes were swollen and red. “My Eliza’s still missing and I need to ask Bash if he got any lead on her.”

Sighing, Easton knocked on the door.

“Come in,” Bash called.

Opening the door, Easton walked into Bash’s spacious office, unsurprised at seeing Tom Harris sitting in a chair in front of the desk.

Bash’s pale green eyes traveled from Easton to Cleaner and then to Wally, Jr. At seeing the little motherfucker’s state, he lifted a brow.

“What the fuck’s wrong with you?”

Wally, Jr. burst into tears. “I think you know Eliza’s dead, Bash.” He doubled over and howled, slapping his thighs over and over, and stomping his little feet.

Easton couldn’t say if Bash, Cleaner or Tom was more shocked at Wally, Jr.’s display.

“Those motherfuckers killed my bitch!” he finished.

“What motherfuckers—”

“The Dwellers, Bash,” Cleaner said, staring at Wally, Jr. with a fierce frown. “She went there for one of their girl’s initiations. Remember?”

“Nope.”

“We ain’t heard from her since, Bash.” Wally, Jr. cried, rearing back and weeping copiously, his small body constricting. “It’s almost a month now.”

“Remind me why the fuck that stupid cunt went there?” Bash asked.

Wally, Jr.’s shoulders shook. “She wanted Ryan. She enjoys riding his face.”

Bash stared at the wild little man, blinking rapidly. “So let me get this fucking straight. You allowed that bitch to go to a Dweller event looking for a Dweller son where Dweller fathers were?”

“That about sums it up,” Wally, Jr. admitted, his chin wobbling and his nose snotty.

After a moment, Bash nodded. “Yeah, that bitch’s dead and buried by now.” He shrugged. “You’re a stupid motherfucker and she’s a stupid cunt. Fitting end.”

Wally, Jr. stared at Bash, his throat working. A noise escaped him, then his eyes rolled back in his head and he collapsed.

Cleaner drew his brows together. “Did he just fucking faint?”

Bash picked up his pen again. “Looks like it. They’ve been together twenty or twenty-five years. Take him to his room. Send some pussy in. Make sure they’re riding him when he wakes up. That should get him over Eliza.”

Easton doubted two decades together could be forgotten because of a fuck. Bash wouldn’t understand though, so he didn’t point out that Wally, Jr. would grieve for awhile.

“What the fuck doyouwant?” Bash demanded once Cleaner scooped Wally, Jr. into his arms and walked out.

“They want Molly back, Bash,” Easton said.