Page 87 of Ruthless Obsession

We meet up with Bucks brother Brady. He takes the woman off our hands. He’ll return her to her family.

He told us she doesn’t know who to trust that’s why she almost screamed.

Psycho, Squid, Legos, Webbs, and I drop the asshole off at Psycho’s house.

Later, we roll into the RB parking lot, cutting the engines and parking near the garage. Both bay doors are down, so we head in through the side.

“A Milli” by Lil Wayne pounds through the speakers. I nod to the beat, step over to Greaser’s laptop, and hit pause.

“Hey, what the hell?” Greaser slides out from under a Dodge Charger, rag in hand.

“We came to kick it with you,” I say.

“Celebrate a win,” Webbs adds.

Greaser grins. “Beers in the fridge. What are we celebrating?”

Squid grabs a round, passing them out.

“The look on the guy’s face when Legos told him his car wouldn’t start. He looked like he’d have a heart attack,” Webbs chuckles.

Laughter sounds around the garage.

“My favorite part was getting the info out of his buddy,” Psycho bends over laughing.

“He really thought if he gave us the information you wouldn’t shove the screwdriver up his ass.” Psycho points at me, still laughing.

Greaser’s face contorts. “What the hell? Really in dude’s ass?”

“He had it coming. Taking people from their lives so they can use them for their own sick pleasure is fucked up.”

“Happy you saved Sophie man.” Webbs says.

There’s no doubt in my mind Toby would’ve found her within a few days.

I cringe at the thought.

“Yeah,” I say pondering on his words.

“Greaser, tell us about this beauty,” Legos says running his hand along the glittering green paint job.

I glance at my phone. Shit it’s almost eleven thirty. “The band is playing per Sophie’s request. Guys, I’m going inside.”

Just picturing her face lighting up as they play makes my chest tighten.

Webbs raises his beer. “See you in there.”

Through the back door, I head toward the band room. Mary, tonight’s lead, nods. I raise my beer in greeting, eyes scanning the space. No Sophie.

She’s not at the bar either.

Shit, she might’ve fallen asleep. I better wake her up before she misses the band.

I take my time nodding to a few brothers on the way, but by the time I’m at my door, my gut’s tight.

I stick my key in the knob, unlock the door, and push it open. Darkness consumes the space. She usually leaves a small lamp on.

“Sophie,” I call out as I flip the light on.