Mercy (Sin City Outlaws #2)(42)

Maybe when I wake, it’ll all just be a nightmare.

A horrible nightmare that Zeek will save me from.





CHAPTER TWELVE


Zeek



WE HAVE BEEN DRIVING AROUND for hours. We’ve stopped and asked everyone Lip knows if they know anything but we’ve come up short every time. The only place left is the actual sheriff’s office.

Lip pulls up outside the Department and Parks building.

“You planning on just going in and asking if they have her?” My tone laced with derision.

“No, someone will be off shift soon, and we’ll make him tell us.”

My chest tightens with pride. My * brother does have some balls.

“I like the way you think.”

Looking back up, some guy carrying a bag of leaves climbs into a black truck.

“Here we go,” Lip whispers, pulling in behind him.

As soon as the truck pulls down a deserted street Lip floors it, pulling in front of him and slamming on the brakes.

Quickly, I get out.

“What the f*ck! Do you know who I am?” the cop yells as he jumps from the vehicle.

Getting to him before Lip, I grab the f*cker by the throat and slam him against the side of his truck so hard I swear his shoulder dents the fender.

“Do you know who the f*ck I am?” I push through gritted teeth.

“Easy, brother, we’re just getting information, remember?” Looking over my shoulder Lip stands with his arms crossed.

Exhaling a furious breath, which does nothing to calm me, I ease my grip…some.

“Did a sheriff bring a blonde female into custody by the name of Jillian McAdams?” I ask, trying to keep my anger in check. It’s not working, my hands are shaking with the need to slam my problems into this *’s jaw.

“No, no blondes, and nobody by that name.” He shakes his head frantically.

“You know what I’m going to do if you’re f*cking lying—”

“I’m not lying, man, I promise!”

Looking down I flick his nametag.

“Well, Tyrese, if I find out you’re lying…I will be back. And my brother here,” I glance at Lip. “He won’t be here to save you next time.”

Tyrese’s eyes widen, his head mimicking a bobble head. “No, I swear. I’m not lying.”

Giving him one last push, I step back. Rolling my shoulder to help ease the tension I march back to the SUV and get in.

Lip follows, putting the car in drive and racing off.

“He took her to Vegas,” I mutter, my hands flexing.

“I’ve tried all my contacts, nobody has seen them in town.”

“I need to get back to the casino, to my club,” I state, staring out the window.

“I can’t believe you of all people fell for a f*cking pig.” My head whips in Lip’s direction.

“Unless you want to be pushed out of this f*cking car, I’d watch the way you talk about her,” my tone threatening and stare icy. He furrows his brows, gripping the steering wheel with his other hand. “She ain’t like that. You don’t know her like I do.”

“I’m just wondering if some * is worth all this, man.” He shakes his head. “Especially a cop’s.”

“Yeah, well, if memory serves me right I’m pretty sure a certain someone was just as screwed up in the head when his chick was taken from him.” His jaw clenches, eyes that look familiar from when we were kids and he wanted to beat me resurfacing.

“You had to go there, didn’t you?” Looking down at my knuckles the emotions I felt when I took his girlfriend rears up. I was angry, when people are angry they do stupid shit.

“I wasn’t going to hurt her, I was just trying to get your attention.” I shake my head, looking out the window.

“I should be killing you for what you’ve done.”

I lift a brow, a small smirk curling my upper lip. “You could have killed me, but you didn’t.”

He looks at me quizzically, shifting in his seat nervously. “At your club, you could have shot me in the head and been done with me, but you didn’t.”

“Yeah, well, I missed my target, I guess.”

“No, you hit your target perfectly. You shot me where you intended to shoot me.” I look at him, right at the time he looks back at me.

“What the f*ck you getting at?”

“You didn’t want to kill me.” I smile a big toothy grin, but he isn’t smiling. In fact, he looks f*cking pissed.

He slams on the brakes, turns the car off, and gets out. That’s when I realize we’ve reached the Devil’s Dust club.

Resting my head on the back of the headrest, fear strikes my chest. What if Cross has Jillian? What if Uncle Frank gave the order to take her out however he saw fit? Shaking my head, I attempt to clear the negative thoughts from my mind.

Slowly I climb out of the car. I need to find a phone, call my boys back home. See if they’ve heard or seen anything.

Walking into the club, all of the Devil’s Dust men stop what they’re doing and look at me. All eyes on me, silence filling the club and I get the overwhelming feeling I am not welcome. I don’t blame them, coming here was such a bad f*cking idea.

“I’ll go.” I turn to leave.