Page 36 of Down & Dirty: Rage

No, was the only response he got.

Ghost’s text popped up in the group next.No idea where she is.

Grim’s text:Something up?

Rage quickly texted back:Some fuckers took Lyric. Head to Church.

Three10-4s came in rapid fire.

Next to him, Zeke said, “Tried Indie. She ain’t answerin’, either.”

What the actual fuck?

Rage turned to Chaos next. “Try your sister.”

“Just did. Bri ain’t answerin’, either. Her phone must be off; goin’ right to voicemail.”

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

This was not good. None of this was fucking good. How were all the women out of reach at once?

“Where’s Chill?” he asked Zeke.

“Guessin’ where he should be: at the pawn shop.”

Rage called Chill next and put the phone on speaker.

“Yo, brother,” Chill answered.

“Where’s Bri?”

“Dunno. She ain’t here.”

“How ‘bout Lexi or Avery?”

“They ain’t here either. Short-handed as fuck here and why I ain’t headin’ over to Church like Zeke wanted.”

Rage pushed out a breath so hot it could start a fire. “Any of ‘em tell you where they went?”

“Nope.”

Rage ground his teeth. “You didn’t ask?”

“Ain’t my business.”

Rage roared, “Their businessisour fuckin’ business!”

“Then you fuckin’ tell ‘em that!” Chill barked back.

“You’re damn right I’m gonna fuckin’ tell them!”

“Good luck with that shit. What the hell’s goin’ on? Zeke mentioned somethin’ ‘bout Lyric.”

“Yeah. She got snagged and we can’t find the rest.”

“What about Gabi?” Chill asked.

Rage glanced at the time. It was too early for her to be at Heaven’s Angels. He’d have to call her. “Gonna try her next. Get your ass here.”