“For talking so long. I’ll tell Nickel it was my fault.”
Every single time he expected Ginny to say something to piss him off, she managed to take the wind out of his sails. Everything in him told him that she was just that fucking nice. Ginny was the type of woman you could take home to meet your parents, who your friends would be fortunate to catch.
He had never been attracted to a woman like her. No, he had set his sights on the ones who had a certain oomph, and he wasn’t talking about looks. It was the type of oomph that screamed one word… sex. The type of woman who could handle the freestyling exploits within the club, feminine enough to give in to him when he was determined to have his way. A woman who, when you made her yours, made you feel as if you scored the winning touchdown during the Super Bowl when you fucked her. He had a woman like that once and lost her. His thoughts turned morose.
A sarcastic voice in the back of his mind had his fingers curling into fists so hard his short nails dug into his palms. So, how well did Taylor work out for you?
Chapter Nineteen
Reaper groggily turned the handle of the shower on. Stepping closer to the tile wall, he let the driving force of the cold water hit him in the face. The freezing temperature accomplished what two cups of black coffee hadn’t—clearing away the fogginess and making him feel twice his age.
Becoming more clearheaded, he turned the water to lukewarm and started shampooing his hair. Running his hand over the smooth portion of his scalp, he felt the small stubble beginning to grow. He would run his electric razor over it when he got out of the shower. With Ginny gone with Nickel to meet Kimmy at the nightclub to try some new clothes, he had time to kill before she came back.
Getting out of the shower, he dried off, wrapping the towel around his hips as he buzzed off the tattooed portion of his scalp. His head was bent over the sink as he washed away the loose hair when he heard the sound of his phone going off.
Grabbing a clean towel, he rubbed his head dry as he reached for the phone without looking to see who was calling.
“Your bird has taken off.”
Shade’s voice on the other end of the line had him dropping the towel to his shoulders.
“What in the fuck you talking about?”
“Ginny. She ditched Nickel. He can’t find her.”
“Why in the fuck didn’t he call me?”
“He’s afraid you’re going to kill him when you see him. He wanted me to tell you not to.”
Reaper strode into the bedroom, quickly getting dressed. “He’s safe until I find her. Where did she ditch him?”
“At the nightclub. She asked Nickel to get her and Kimmy some coffee from the kitchen, and when he came back, she was gone. Kimmy told him that Ginny told her she was going to get them some snacks from the VIP lounge and she never came back. When Nickel checked, she wasn’t there.”
“How do we know the stalker didn’t take her?” Shoving his boots on, Reaper stood to grab his jacket as he rushed out of the room.
“Nickel found a note she left in the lounge; it was addressed to him.”
“Her stalker could have left—”
“Nickel checked the security footage. She left on her own steam,” Shade cut him off.
“Fuck.”
Instead of going to the front door of the apartment, Reaper went into Ginny’s bedroom. Giving it a quick glance, he saw a pale blue envelope propped against her lamp.
“How long ago?” he asked Shade.
“She has a thirty-minute head start on you.”
“Tell Nickel he’s dead. He shouldn’t haven’t waited so long to call me.”
“He called me immediately. He had trouble figuring out the coffee pot, or she wouldn’t have such a big lead.”
Picking the envelope up, he tore it open, taking the letter out. “Got to go. I’ll call when I find which direction she’s going. Any idea?”
“No. I thought this might be coming. She’s been squirreling cash away, so nothing’s off the table. Don’t think it’ll be Treepoint or Queen City. If her stalker followed her to Nashville, she won’t take the chance she’ll lead him there.”
“I agree. Ginny couldn’t have taken off at a worse time with us not knowing which direction she’s headed. We have our hands full increasing the production of the supplies