Temper (Knights of Fury #3) - Chantal Fernando Page 0,60
to kidnap me or something.”
Chains is already on the phone to Temper, relaying what just happened. “What do you want us to do?” He nods a few times, and then hangs up the phone.
“What did he say?” I ask.
“He said to stay here, and they will head to the hospital. She’s anticipating our next move, and she has to already know that we won’t send Skylar in,” he says, looking to the woman in question. “So what is she playing at then?”
“Maybe she wanted to draw the men out,” I say, and we all share a look.
Chains instantly stands and rushes out the gym, probably going to check the security and put the clubhouse into lockdown mode.
“Let’s go tell Dee what’s going on,” Izzy says, pulling me and Skylar up.
When we head to the living room however, there’s no Dee. Izzy turns the music off, and calls out his name. “Dee?”
He’s not where he was last seen, getting the dance from the stripper, and he’s not in his bedroom, which is empty. We rush around the clubhouse looking for him, but he’s nowhere to be seen.
“What the hell is going on?” I mutter to myself, sharing a look with Skylar. “Where could he have gone? He was drunk.”
“I don’t know. Let’s keep looking, though,” she says, and we split up, her going out the back and me going to the living room and kitchen once more.
“Dee’s gone,” I say to Chains when I run into him. “We’ve looked everywhere.”
“The front gate was left open,” he says to me, and then curses loudly. “Fuckin’ hell. Come on, let’s check the cameras.”
I don’t know why we didn’t think of that from the start.
We all watch the security footage, and lo and behold, there’s the fucking stripper dragging a passed-out Dee into his car and then driving away. I don’t know how we let this happen, under all of our noses, but it has. I honestly didn’t see this one coming, though. I need to start being suspicious of everything and everyone coming and going, because apparently you truly never know what the hell is going to happen next.
“You call Temper,” Izzy whispers to me. “You’re the only one of us who is not going to get murdered over this. Feel free to offer him sexual favors or something, anything, because he is going to lose his fucking shit.”
“What do I say? ‘Oh hey, Temper, we lost Dee. Yeah, I know there’s four of us in here, but apparently we didn’t even notice a stripper kidnapping him’?” I ask, eyes wide.
“Yes,” Skylar replies, shrugging.
Fuck.
He answers on the first ring. “We have a huge problem,” I say.
“What is it?” he asks, concern and worry laced in his tone. “Are you okay?”
“I’m okay,” I promise. “But we don’t know if Dee is. The stripper kidnapped him—we just saw it on the camera. She must have drugged him, or maybe he was that drunk, I’m not sure, but she literally dragged his body into the car. She must do CrossFit or something, I don’t know.”
He’s silent for a few seconds. “I’m sorry, what?”
“Tell us what we should do,” I say to him.
“Put Chains on the phone,” he growls.
“It’s not Chains’s fault, Temper, we were all—”
“Abbie, put him on. Now,” he demands, tone full of steel.
Shit.
“Okay,” I gulp, and hand Chains the phone.
We can all hear the yelling through the phone, and I feel so bad. I’ve never heard Temper use that tone before, and it’s fucking scary. He sounds so mean, and he’s obviously lost control of his temper. I’m finally seeing how he got his name.
If he ever spoke to me like that, I’d probably cry.
No, I would definitely cry.
I don’t know how all four of us let a stranger one-up us, but it happened, and it’s not a good feeling, especially after the chat I just had with Skylar about not wanting to be a damn liability. I