Page 89 of Ruthless Obsession

“No.”

I send a text to Psycho.

Me: Come to Prez’s office. And send Webbs and Flock to sweep the clubhouse for Sophie. When you walk inside be discrete.

Psycho: On my way.

Prez picks up his phone and makes a call. “Chaos, lock down the building and the grounds. No one is allowed to leave.” He disconnects the call.

“Do you think she left on her own?”

I sigh, “Prez, I don’t know.”

Glaring at him, I snarl. “I want my woman back.”

“Even if she doesn’t want to be with you?” he asks. There’s a touch of sincerity in his voice.

I don’t answer his questions.

Anger courses through my veins. “She’s my forever. I want her back.”

Elbows resting on my knees, I palm my face and lose my grasp on reality for a moment. I don’t hear when Psycho enters the office.

My best friend palms my shoulder. “We’ll find her, Ruthless.”

I nod. “I want to murder someone,” I grit out.

Psycho plugs into Prez's laptop, and the clubhouse surveillance grid lights up the screen—numbered feeds from every angle of our property.

“How far back?” he asks, fingers hovering over the keyboard.

“Start when Sophie first hit the bar,” I say, leaning in.

My eyes burn from not blinking as we scan the footage. Psycho's phone buzzes. “Webbs and Flock came up empty—she's not on the grounds.”

I nod, then freeze. “Wait—there.”

Jennifer approaches Sophie at the bar. They're laughing, heads close together like they've known each other for years. A knot forms in my gut.

The footage jumps to the back door camera. They're sitting at a picnic table, Jennifer’s showing Sophie something on herphone. Then Jennifer shifts closer, casual, before her hand darts from her pocket. The needle goes into Sophie's neck so fast I almost miss it.

I jump to my feet. “What the fuck?”

Sophie slumps across the table. Lifeless. “Baby, no...” My fingers claw through my hair as something inside me shatters.

Jennifer tosses a cloth over the camera, but Psycho's already switching to our hidden feeds. We catch the make and model. Jennifer unlocks the trunk. A muscular man emerges from the trunk, grabs Sophie like she's nothing, and throws her inside. The way he climbs in behind her, pressing his dick to her ass makes my vision go red.

“That piece of shit just reserved his spot in my torture chamber," I growl.

Jennifer slams the trunk, slides behind the wheel, and cruises to the front gate where Flip waves her through.

“Go back to the camera facing the bar.”

Karla watched Sophie and Jennifer stroll out the back door. She knew Sophie never came back inside.

“I’m going to kill that bitch,” I grit out.

“Remain calm, Ruthless,” Prez says.