Sinners' Playground (The Harlequin Crew #1) - Caroline Peckham Page 0,168

with a knowing smirk and I shrugged as I headed past them.

“Night assholes,” I called.

“Bring her home safe,” JJ laughed.

“Or don’t,” Chase added and I shot him a scowl before heading to the garage and grabbing my truck keys on the way down.

Chase talked a big game about sending Rogue out of town again, but the way he looked at her when he thought no one was watching told a different story. He was happy she was back, even if he wouldn’t voice it to anyone, not even himself. It was the only reason I hadn’t beaten his ass for his shitty behaviour. We all had history with her. We’d all had our hearts ripped out. And I knew Chase; this was how he dealt with his emotions. He blocked them out and pretended they didn’t exist until they came crashing in on his head.

He was gonna have to deal with them one way or another, because the girl was mine and she wasn’t going anywhere. If she ran, I’d find her. This time, no one could stop me.

I slid into my truck and checked my phone again. Her cell wasn’t giving me any location, but I had another way to track her. I brought up the app on my phone and waited for the location to show up from the tracker I’d installed in her new Jeep. My jaw gritted as the location appeared. It was at fucking Rejects Park. She must have been hanging out with some of the girls who lived there. And I didn’t see the harm in a quick drive by to check she hadn’t gotten any homicidal ideas about cosying up to some trash in his trailer. Because if she had, he was dead. I’d plant two bullets in his chest and one between the eyes for good measure. Then I’d string him up at the heart of the trailer park as an example to anyone else who thought it was a good idea to hit on my girl. I pressed my foot down on the gas pedal as I closed in on her. She wouldn’t dare.

I soon turned into the park which sat on the edge of the beach down near the pier. I drove my truck down the track which was definitely not intended for vehicles and did a circuit of the park, looking out for her, but the place was dead quiet. I located her Jeep in the parking lot beyond the park between a group of trees and my blood started to burn. What if she was fucking some cunt in one of these trailers just feet away from me? I knew for a fact Carter Jenson lived down here and if she was rubbing shoulders with him again I was going to cut his fucking head off.

I clutched the steering wheel tighter, my pulse thumping at the base of my skull. I drove back into the park, slowing as I approached a white cabin with the words Park Owner painted on the door. I pulled up, stepping out of my truck and hammering my fist on it. There were grunts and groans coming from inside and I scowled impatiently as I continued to bang on the door.

“Just a second!” a man said breathily.

I ripped the door open, nearly taking the thing off its hinges and I came face to face with a hairy ass crack.

“Jesus,” I muttered, backing up and the guy hurriedly pulled up his pants, ushering a scantily dressed woman out the door.

“What the fuck?” he rounded on me, but paled the second he set eyes on my face.

“Yeah,” I said. “That’s the fuck. Have you seen a rainbow haired girl around here? She’s got tattoos, real pretty, belongs to me.”

His eyes widened and he cleared his throat. “Oh er, Rogue, isn’t it?”

“Yeah,” I said urgently. “You know her?

“She rents a trailer here.”

Acid seeped into my blood and made my head spin like crazy. “Well I’m gonna need a key to that trailer,” I gritted out. She lived here? In this dump full of deadbeats and dangerous assholes? The only dangerous asshole she should have been sleeping within ten feet of was me. She seriously preferred the idea of being here than in my house with a private pool and en-suite and everything else she could ever fucking need?

The guy gaped at me, smoothing back his greasy black hair and mopping sweat from his brow. “Oh, well…that’s not really the park policy, see?”

I took my gun from