roughly and I bit down on a yelp as he injected the vitamin solution then pulled it free.
"Good. Now take your panties off and draw your knees up." He pulled out a pair of latex gloves from his bag, gazing down at me with impatience in his eyes and I shook my head. "I need to check that you haven't been violated."
My pulse skipped with anger and I sat up, hugging my knees to my chest and shaking my head.
"It is important," he pressed, stepping forward and reaching for my panties. I gasped in horror, lunging for him and I sank my teeth into his arm. My jaw locked as he yelled and I dug my teeth in deeper, rage coursing through me. Don't you dare lay a hand on me, you asshole!
He shoved me off of him, backing up and snatching his bag. "Crazy bitch." He strode from the room, slamming the door shut behind him and I was left with the lasting taste of blood in my mouth and hatred in my soul.
I grabbed my clothes, pulling them on and hurrying to the window, opening the shutters and rattling the handles, but I needed a key I didn't have.
I was trapped in this house and I didn't want to indulge my so-called husband in his need for me to remember him. I wanted to run until I couldn't run anymore. Find my way back to my mountain man and bind myself to him heart, body and soul. No matter what it took.
Night turned into day and back into night again and still I hadn’t found her. Hadn’t come fucking close to finding her.
Frankie had been doing everything he could to try and track down her husband but he was nothing, no one, a fucking ghost so hard to find that the only thing that we could know for sure about him was that he was most definitely someone. You didn’t end up that far off of the radar without some serious muscle behind you. The kind of muscle only seriously dark motherfuckers had. Like us.
That in itself helped a little. There were only so many organisations that could pull that kind of sway, especially around here.
Rocco and Enzo had managed to track down the so-called friends who had recognised Winter in the restaurant, but they hadn’t been much use. They were socialites, who had attended all kinds of parties and social events with Ramon and ‘Sasha’, but despite their claims of being such good friends of hers, none of them had ever gone to their main house. Only to an apartment on the east side of town that he apparently owned too. Except when we’d gone there we’d found what amounted to little more than a show home which seemed to be set up entirely for the point of hosting parties. Worse than that, it was owned by a shell company with offshore accounts that were practically untraceable. A dead end. And the more of those I came up against, the more my gut tightened with unease.
Whoever this man was, he was dangerous. Even if that was only by association. I needed to find my savage girl and get her the fuck away from him, but every minute that passed me by only made that seem more and more impossible.
I felt like I was re-living a nightmare, only this time it was somehow so much worse than it had been when I’d been hunting for Sloan after Rocco kidnapped her from our wedding. I was still plagued by that crippling fear for her safety and beating myself up over my failure in finding and protecting her like I’d promised. But unlike with Sloan, this time my heart felt like it was ripping apart too. The way I felt about Winter cut me right to my core. She’d found her way into the deepest, darkest depths of my soul and I couldn’t bear to even consider the idea of a future without her in it.
“Eat,” Enzo snarled, shoving a paper bag with a burger and fries in it into my hand. “Your lost girl won’t be found if you drop dead of hunger and exhaustion in your hunt.”
I cursed, leaning back against the brick wall of the night club we’d come to check out. We’d managed to figure out that it was owned by the same shell company which owned that apartment so we were hoping it was the beginning of a lead. So far, it seemed like a