Page 62 of Bolt's Flame
Devil’s eyes narrowed, his face hardening as he processed my words. “I thought the same, and I have Gatsby scouring security cameras.”
“He’s gonna hurt her,” I bit out, the words tasting like acid on my tongue.
Devil nodded, already in motion, his mind working through the next steps. “We’ll find her before he can do that.”
“Check with Gatsby,” he ordered, looking at Chain. “See if he found anything.”
Chain nodded, disappearing down the hall to the surveillance room, while the rest of us regrouped in the common area. The tension was palpable, everyone on edge, Horse was pacing, ready to tear apart the world to find her. Even Brenda was afraid to approach him, instead sat with Amy as she worried, tears in her eyes.
Minutes felt like hours as we waited, every second stretching into an eternity. I couldn’t sit still, couldn’t think straight, knowing that she was out there somewhere in his hands. God only knew what he was doing to her, what he was planning. The thought made my blood hot, my fists itching to murder.
Finally, Chain reappeared, a grim look on his face. “We’ve got somethin’. Fiona was out back when she heard somethin’ and moved into the trees. That’s where we lost her. But the cameras picked up a blue Nissan, parked just out of sight down the road, but the camera at the entrance of our road caught it and it headed south.”
“Did we get plates?” Devil asked, already pulling out his phone.
Chain shook his head. “Too blurry. But it’s somethin’.”
“It’s him,” I said, my voice like steel. “It has to be.”
Devil nodded, dialing a number and putting the phone to his ear. “We need to find out where he took her. We’ll get some eyes on the road. I’ll send the footage to Kickstand up in Pennsylvania and see if he can track that car. Thunder, update our contacts and see if anyone’s seen or heard anything.”
Thunder nodded, already moving, while the rest of us stood there, waiting for orders, waiting for something,anything, togo on. Every minute we wasted was a minute that she was in danger, a minute that he could be hurting her.
“We’re going to find her,” Devil said, his voice calm but deadly serious. “We’re going to find her, and we’re going to end this.”
“I’m gonna twist his neck with my bare hands until it snaps under my fingers,” Horse snarled, still pacing.
I nodded, thinking not if I got to him first, my mind already racing with a hundred different scenarios, a hundred different ways I could kill him. But there was only one outcome that mattered—finding her, bringing her back alive, and making James pay for what he’d done.
I turned to the door, ready to go out and tear the city apart to find her, but Devil’s voice stopped me.
“Bolt.”
I turned, meeting his gaze.
“Keep your head on straight,” he said quietly. “We need you focused.For her. Horse is already too far gone.”
I nodded, the words grounding me, pulling me back from the edge of panic. He was right. I needed to keep it together. For Fiona. For the chance to bring her back safe.
“Oh, my heads on fuckin’ straight,” I said, my voice hard, my resolve unbreakable. “Trust me on that.”
SHE LOOKED SOsmall, curled up on the floor.Fragile. Breakable. It was almost laughable that she ever thought she could escape me. I leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching her as the minutes dragged by. She was trying to be brave, trying not to let the fear show, but I knew it was there, in her eyes and just beneath the surface, waiting to swallow her whole.
And that fear? That was mine. I owned it, just like I owned her.
“Fiona?” I said, my voice low and deliberate as I stepped forward, the sound of my voice still sounding loud in the small, dimly lit room. “You know you can’t hide inside yourself forever, right?”
She didn’t respond. Didn’t even look up. Good. It was better that way. It meant she understood, at least on some level, that there was no point in fighting. No point in trying to get away. Because she never could.
I crouched down in front of her, close enough to see the way her hands trembled slightly, even as she tried to keep them still. “You really thought you could get away from me, didn’t you?” Imurmured, my eyes scanning her face, drinking in the fear she was trying so hard to hide. “Thought you could just run off to those bikers and fuck one living happily ever after.”
Her breath hitched, just the tiniest bit, and I smiled. She was terrified. Perfect.
“You belong to me, Fiona,” I whispered, reaching out to trail my fingers along her jaw, watching as she flinched from the touch. “You always have. And no matter where you go, no matter who you run to, I’ll always find you.”
I let my hand linger on her face for a moment, enjoying the way her body tensed, before pulling back and standing up again. There was something intoxicating about the way fear clung to her, the way it made her vulnerable, weak. It reminded me of the old days, when she used to jump at every shadow, every word that came out of my mouth.
My hand itched to stroke my hardening cock. God, it turned me on so fucking much, but first she needed punished.