Page 27 of Fury
“Pile of unopened post, I think. Doesn’t look like he’s been in here in days.”
“What do we do now?”
“Time to go in, I’d say.”
“You kicking this door in or am I?” the blond-haired, overly groomed biker asked.
“Not this one, numpty. Too many people to see and call the coppers.”
I typed a message into my phone and waited. There was a soft bang, and a screech, and then silence. The pair of us glanced around, but not a curtain twitched, nor a slither of light shone through a crack in the blinds in the houses opposite. Footsteps on laminate floors grew louder, until a chain rattled and metal ground against metal, the front door staggering open moments later.
“Cade, draw those curtains,” I instructed.
The house looked like he had left in a hurry, dishes piled in the sink, food remnants stuck to them like cement. A half-drunk cup of coffee sat on the bench, a film of mould floating on the top. But nothing was broken, no sign of smashed glass or anything knocked over.
“Reckon something spooked him?” Magnet asked, picking a bowl up off the bench and then scrunching his face up before dropping it down onto the fake granite work top.
“Looks like it. Cade, I want you and Caleb to go to the factory he works at tomorrow, find out who knows where he is and who last saw him. Magnet. Go check the garage. I want to know whether his bike is there.”
“And if it is?”
“Then it’s now club property.”
My mobile vibrated in my pocket. I pulled it free, the notification coming across the screen.
‘Security breach. Walker office.’
Chapter Twelve
The cameras pointing out into the tiny excuse of a carpark flickered, a red dot flashing intermittently, matching the rhythm of the alarm, counting down the time as I pulled the door closed. And then that smell. Spicy and warm, like heated leather with the remnants of aftershave. Not overpowering. Just clean. And now a sudden presence. Eyes boring into me.
He was inches away from me when I turned around, spinning straight into him, like the other night.
“Fuck’s sake, Fury,” I hissed against a chest clad in the cold leather jacket he seemed besotted with. “What are you doing here?”
“I got a security alert.”
“What? How? And even why?”
“The system. System breach notification came to my phone.”
“Why?”
“Because there’s been a system breach.” The big fucker rolled his eyes.
“No. Why have you received the notification on my security system?”
“My security system,” he added. “I haven’t finished both installs yet. And until I get my payment. It remains mine.”
“I wasn’t paying you for it.”
“Yes, you are. In kind.”
He took another step towards me. No more space between us and the door at my back. But I wouldn’t be fucking intimidated by him. By those dark eyes, and that long hair that now fell about his shoulders, or the tiny indents of dimples in cheeks covered by an immaculately trimmed beard. No. Fucking. Way.
“You gonna let me in to check it out? Or are you just going to push those lovely tits into my chest?”
Heat leapt at my cheeks. Into my stomach. And fuck, somewhere else. I pushed my lips together, anger and need creating a crazy tango inside me. I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. I knew when I opened my mouth the most pathetic sound would slip out. And he wasn’t getting the satisfaction. Nor was he getting a hold over me.