Page 45 of Infinitely Mine
Heather smiled. “Yeah.”
Nylah nodded. “Yep. You’ll get used to the way these men adore their women. It’s heavy and intense but so awesome.”
We finished our food, and Nylah left to check on her boys. Heather said goodbye before returning to her room to study. She was taking online courses for a degree in forensics. Interesting.
At noon, I felt restless and edgy. I still hadn’t heard from Jacob, so I went to search for my son and his buddies. The kids were gathered inside the same room where they had the sleepover. Pillows and blankets had been folded and set aside.
I smiled when I saw them playing Xbox. A few board games were scattered on tabletops. My gaze scanned the room. I saw Miles, Noah, Rev, and Olivia—no Jacob.
My heart began to pound in my chest. Where did he go? The bathroom?
“Anyone see Jacob?” I asked, trying not to sound as panicked as I felt.
Rev ticked his head toward the door. “Bathroom, I think.”
“How long ago?”
He scrunched his nose, clicking buttons and toggles on his controller. “Not sure. Sorry. I’ve been playing Siege.”
“It’s okay.”
But it wasn’t.
I left the room, rushing around the first floor of the clubhouse. I tried every knob that opened and checked all the restrooms. Jacob wasn’t around.
I went back to Mammoth’s room in case someone told him where to go. It was empty.
Panic started to claw its way up my throat. I swallowed hard as I dashed through the bar, the chapel, and then outside. The lot held only cars, motorcycles, and a few men in leather vests.
I approached the gate, and Zane waved. “What can I do for you?”
“Have you seen my son?”
“Little Jacob? No.”
“He didn’t try to leave?”
“Nope. I wouldn’t have let him.”
Okay. Good. He had to be here somewhere. Maybe he found a place to hide or play or sit and draw. My child could be quirky sometimes.
Fifteen minutes later, I knew he was missing.
My chest ached as I pulled out my phone and dialed Mammoth’s number.
He answered on the second ring. “Miss me already, Gorgeous?”
“Waylen,” I cried, starting to shake with terror and worry.
“Babe.” He sounded concerned. “Where are you?”
“Outside. I can’t find Jacob.”
“What?”
“He’s missing.”
IT HAD BEEN HOURS SINCEwe brought Dag and Killer into the basement. They were a bloody mess, strung from the woodenbeams exposed in the ceiling. Rale liked to dangle his prisoners or the Reaper’s prey from meat hooks and bind their wrists, tying their ankles together so they flopped around like fish outside of water.