“Don’t get too excited. I doubt it was anyone noteworthy. Besides, she was never gonna talk. Know how long it took her to finally tell me?”

Something heavy knots itself in my gut. The sad reality is that it didn’t take her long at all. What, a month? A month of me treating her like a cheap lay, never opening up, never letting her know that I cared. From her perspective, she must think I don’t have one shit about her.

Rafe’s phone starts blaring in his pocket, and he pulls it out and answers with a sigh. “Yeah.”

His eyes narrow and fall on me as he listens to the person on the other line. “I found him. He’s fine.” I can hear Ruby’s voice on the line. She sounds upset. “She what?” Then his eyes meet mine and I notice the intensity. My skin crawls.

“What,” I growl. It’s a demand, not a request.

“We’re on our way,” he says in a rush before shoving the phone back in his pocket.

“What,” I snap again with more urgency this time.

“Meet me at the house,” he says as he turns, and I don’t know what I’m doing when I suddenly have his collar in my fist.

“Tell me.”

“She says Savannah is gone,” he mumbles.

My shoulders relax and my grip loosens. “No shit. I just told you—”

“Someone picked her up at the house. A man.”

My blood begins to boil.

“Let’s not jump to conclusions yet. Let’s just get back to the house…”

But I’m not listening to him anymore. The bike roars to life as I hop on and flip a bitch before Rafe even has his door shut. He better turn on those lights and pave a way or he’s going to have to pull me over again for speeding.

Back at the house, Ruby’s strangled voice is grating my nerves. She’s worried about Savannah, I get it. But I know far more than them. I know Savannah had one foot out the door this entire time. I know she had a man in her bed all night. And I know she’s about to be free and wealthy, without me.

It doesn’t surprise me that she had some guy pick her up. Hell, for all we know, it was a Lyft driver and Ruby didn’t understand. But I have a pretty good feeling it wasn’t. It was some guy from the party who didn’t hesitate when his potentially rich booty call asked for a ride.

I want to reach for a drink, but I don’t. Right now, I don’t fucking deserve to check out and drown in bourbon. This pain I earned.

Instead, I head back out to the garage and settle my weight on my bike. I want to be back on the road.