Page 33 of Trusting Skulls (Rebel Skull MC #8)
Chapter Thirty-One
Ash
I ’m watching the clock with my feet kicked up on the desk when JD walks in. My boots fall to the floor with a thud.
“Have you seen Lexie?” he asks.
“No.” The hair on the back of my neck stands on end at the look on his face.
He holds his hand up. “I don’t want to worry you, but she told Elizabeth and me something personal and …
and I shouldn’t have let her go, but what she said caught me off guard.
” He runs a hand through his hair, pulling it in his fist. “She’d only been gone maybe five minutes before I went after her.
She said she was going to the ice cream shop to apply for a job, but she’s not there. They haven’t seen her.”
I don’t wait for him to say anything else. I grab my bag from under the desk and rush out the door. “Lock up, will ya?” I yell over my shoulder.
“Wait!”
“I’ll find her!”
He jogs up to me as I’m securing my bag onto my bike. “Ash, listen. She’s really upset.”
“I get it, JD. I’ll find her. It’s all good.”
He grabs me roughly by the front of my shirt and shakes me. “You’re not hearing what I’m saying.”
“You aren’t saying shit!” I yell, spitting in his face. “I’m not going to crack. Just tell me.”
His face falls, and he tears up. “Her dad’s boss has been abusing her since she was fourteen.”
I falter back when he lets go of me. His words hit me square in the stomach.
“She was fine yesterday,” I say. How did everything go to shit in less than twenty-four hours?
“She hasn’t been fine in a very long time, Ash.” He sets his hand on my shoulder. “I’ll go lock up, and then we’ll go look for her.”
I glance at my phone as he hurries back to the shop. The little dot is weaving up a mountain road.
“Jackson just sent me a text. They found her car at her parent’s house. They’re breaking in!” he yells before disappearing into the shop.
But she’s not there now.
A little voice inside my head tells me she’s not running away because of what she told JD and Elizabeth.
That asshole has her.
I crack my neck from side to side and let my training take over.
“Goddammit Ash!” JD yells as I take off out of the parking lot.
I’m a good hour behind them when I pull into a grove of trees near the location where she’s stopped. I’m so fucking glad I put that tracker in her shoe. I knew tracking her with just her phone wasn’t enough.
JD: Call me.
I need to concentrate. If I lose focus, there’s a chance I might lose her. That will not happen. For now, I have to ignore him.
When I don’t call, he sends another message.
JD: We broke into her parent’s house and checked their cameras. Graham Dolan has her.
No shit.
Jackson: Call me you little fuck face.
I groan quietly, knowing I have no choice but to answer him.
“Where you at?” he asks as soon as he gets me on the phone.
“Don’t know.” I duck behind a tree and unzip my pants to piss. If I have to take time to answer the Prez, I’m going to use it to relieve myself.
He laughs and not happily.
“I’ll drop my location. I’ve just caught up to them,” I tell him.
“You’ve already found her?”
“Yeah.”
“You tagged her?”
“Fuck yeah.”
He chuckles, but I know he understands. He’s probably done the same to my sister. “We’re about sixty miles north of Dirk’s cabin, if I had to guess. It’s remote, but like I said, I’ll drop you a pin.”
“Sounds good. We’ll be right behind you.”
He hangs up, and I have no doubt he’ll have everyone headed this way in a matter of minutes.
I tuck my dick in my pants before opening the app to send him my location when a pain erupts at the back of my skull.
“Fuck,” I hear myself say before my face hits the ground.