Page 86 of Dangerous Games

Fucking Cyrus.

“Bronwyn’s gone.”

I’m greeted with silence on the other end of the line.

“What?” Wiz asks after a moment, his voice turning serious and concerned.

“She’s gone. I need you to track her phone.”

I hear Wiz’s fingers flying over his keyboard. “On it. Is she just ignoring your ass?”

I rub a hand down my face as my other hand clenches the wheel. My car still faintly smells like her. “I fucking wish. I would take that over this any day. I think her dad brought his shit to her.”

I’ve never felt like this before. Scared but being so helpless at the same time. I’ve never been scared of anything in my entire life. I’ve looked down the barrel of a gun as it was aimed right between my eyes and fucking laughed. But this? This makes me want to murder every single fucking person who had a hand in this, whether they physically touched her or not. They’re all going to die. And I’m going to make sure it’s in the slowest possible way so they feel exactly what she felt.

“That fucking piece of shit. I’ve been telling her for at least a year that she needs to stop answering her door when she knows it’s him. All he does is bring extra shit into her life that she doesn’t need. Phone is still on so at least that’s working for us.”

I grunt in agreement, too worked up to form a sentence. My eyes slide up to my rearview mirror and see Matteo hot on my ass.

“She’s going to be okay, right?” Wiz asks.

“She will be.” I refuse to accept any other answer.

Wiz makes a humming sound.

“You found her?” I ask, my question coming out harsh and rushed.

“I found her phone’s last pinged location,” Wiz corrects. “I can’t guarantee she’s with it. If the phone dies or gets shut off for any reason, I won’t get another location.”

“Where is it?”

“The Voron Casino.”

That fucking motherfucker.

He sat there in his office today and looked me square in the fucking eye while he knew what her piece of shit dad was doing.

“Thanks. I owe you,” I get out through clenched teeth.

“Consider it wiped. This is for Bronwyn,” Wiz says. “I hope you make him bleed.”

“Oh, he’s going to do more than bleed,” I say as I crack my neck.

He’s going to meet the monster I fight every single day to keep at bay.

“I’ll keep pinging her location to see if it moves, but so far it’s staying put.”

“Does it show you a general area in the casino?”

“Looks like it’s toward the back on the left side. Let me see if I can find plans for the layout.”

“Let me know what you find,” I tell him before hanging up.

My jaw is throbbing from how hard I’m clenching it, but I welcome the pain.

I throw my car into park as I hop out with Matteo right on my heels. His hand grabs my bicep, pulling me back.

I shrug him off. “Don’t try to fucking stop me.”