Devil's Pass (The Harlequin Crew #.5) - Caroline Peckham Page 0,33

down as well as I did. We could have lied as an Olympic sport, and for Rogue, we'd win the fucking gold medal.

"Oh yeah?" I asked, sounding vaguely interested but not nearly interested enough for the guy who had personally stabbed that asshole in the gut in an attempt to make him sink to the bottom of the ocean. Why the fuck hadn't it worked? And why hadn't the damn sharks eaten him?

"Yeah," Luther said, his brows lowering sharply. "So I sent my boys over to his place and they said the house stank of bleach. They asked the neighbours some questions and it turns out one of the kids who lives at that group home down the street from him had an interesting story to tell."

My pulse was thundering in my ears and my breaths were fighting to come unevenly, but I locked it all down, cocking my head slightly as I showed enough interest. But not too fucking much.

"What kid?" Fox asked and though he said the words calmly, I could read him as well as I could read myself. He was hiding an inferno inside him and I knew exactly what was gonna happen when it was let out.

"Clive something." Luther shrugged. "But...funny thing is, he mentioned that girl you like to run with."

Fuck.

"Rogue?" I questioned, forcing a frown onto my face like I was confused. But I wasn't fucking confused, I was all too well enlightened. We were heading down shit creek without a paddle towards shit waterfall which would sweep us out to shit ocean. And I was not gonna let Rogue be drowned in shit.

"Yeah, that's the one." Luther took his time over his words, assessing our reaction. "But no one's seen her all night apparently. So you wouldn't happen to know where she is, would you?"

Fox shook his head and I did the same.

"We went surfing with her yesterday morning, haven't seen her since then," Fox said with a shrug.

"Well maybe you'd do me a favour and give her call. Ask her to come over to the house so I can get her story," Luther said, his eyes cold and murderous. I knew in the root of my soul, that he already knew. That if he got his hands on our girl, she was dead. Just like everyone who crossed Luther Harlequin ended up dead. It wouldn’t matter that she’d been defending herself. She’d killed one of his men and the price of that was clear. A life for a life. No exceptions.

I was practically holding my breath just so I didn't explode, but every muscle in my body was trying to bunch up while I fought to keep it still. I was a coiling wire of knotted tension that needed an outlet. But I had to keep it together. Had to slow my breathing, uncurl my fists, fight the urge to hit Luther over the head with a damn stool and make a bid to get out of the house and get my girl.

"She broke her phone," Fox said, the lie smooth and effortless as I fought to maintain my composure.

My temper was getting to that dangerous point where all reason went out the window.

Luther's eyes whipped to his son and his lips tightened into a thin line. "Is that so?"

"We can find her," I blurted, my heart in my fucking throat. "We'll bring her here."

"You'd better." Luther smiled in a way that wasn't at all friendly then gestured for us to leave.

I strode from the room with Fox at my side and when we made it to the stairs we ran to get dressed, saying nothing as we split off into our rooms. I dragged on jeans and a navy shirt before kicking on my boots, grabbing my backpack which had the clothes I'd worn last night stuffed in it and jogged back out into the hall. Fox was there with an intense look in his eyes and we hurried downstairs together, heading into the garage and running to get into his truck. We didn't say a word until we were on the road and the heavy presence of Luther’s presence was far behind us.

"Fuck." I punched the dashboard hard enough to make my knuckles crunch.

"We'll figure it out," Fox said through his teeth.

"How, Fox?" I demanded. "How the fuck are we going to figure this out?"

"Just trust me," he pushed.

"I do," I sighed, pushing a hand through my hair. "But I don't trust what Luther's gonna do. You do realise