Chapter 31
Corrine
Minutes tick by, and I stand rooted on the dance floor. I can’t figure out what happened just now. Was Xavier mad that I have the same tattoo as him? The look on his face held both confusion and shock. But moments before, he had had his hands all over me, and it felt like it used to between us.
I realize I’m staring toward the bathrooms, expecting him to come out, while people bump into me on the dance floor. Getting annoyed with the closeness suddenly, I head back to our table.
“That was fast,” Jonathan says from the booth. “I always figured Xavier was quick to blow his load!”
“Don’t be a dick,” I say. At this point, I can handle the antics of the Bolt boys. “I think he got upset,” I say, looking to Riley for help.
“Babe?” Riley asks, turning in Sebastian’s lap to face him. “Can you go check on Xavier?”
“I’m sure he’s fine, you two,” Sebastian says. He probably just needed to take a piss.”
“You don’t think he was going in there to take pills, do you?” I ask, concern now growing in my belly.
“I threw that shit out,” Jamison says matter-of-factly. Xavier is done with the pills.”
“Oh,” is all I can think to say. “Well, he’s been gone for like ten minutes. Can one of you go check?” I finally wedge into the booth now and look pointedly at the men. They finish whatever conversation they were having when I arrived about one of the cases at the firm, when finally Jonathan looks at me, and I give him a pouty lip. “Please?”
Jonathan stands, taking a swig of his bourbon and then setting it down dramatically. “I’ll be the hero.”
I roll my eyes, but I can’t help but follow him with my eyes as he heads the same way Xavier did in his freak-out. Jonathan rounds the corner of the hallway bathroom, and not ten seconds later, he jogs his way back to the table.
“What the..” I mutter, preparing for the worst. “Is he sick in there? Dead?”
Jonathan looks at me and then says to the group, “He’s not there. Jamison, do you still have tracking enabled on all our devices?”
Jamison doesn’t even look up; he’s already thumbing through screens on his phone. “Give me a minute,” he says. “Just getting his location.”
“Wait,” Kaz suddenly speaks up. “Do you track my phone too?”
“You have access to Bolt resources; therefore, you need to be traceable,” Jamison says calmly.
“You told me I had to use this phone so my email was encrypted, not so you could track me down at all hours of the day,” Kaz says incredulously.
“Kaz,” Sebastian interjects, “it’s for everyone’s safety. I’m sorry you weren’t more aware. Let’s move on. What are you getting, Jamison?” Sebastian slides Riley off his lap so he can move to stand next to Jamison.
“No wonder he always ‘runs into me’ on the weekends,” Kaz says under her breath to Riley. I would typically share a laugh with Xavier over this exchange because it’s painfully apparent that there’s some freaky shit happening between the twins and Kaz. Still, I can’t manage any humor because either Xavier has been kidnapped, he’s overdosed on pills, or he’s chosen to run away from me because we have a matching butterfly tattoo—all not great options.
“I got it,” Jamison says, standing as he swipes on his phone. “It’s showing that Xavier’s moving now. It looks like he’s north of the city. Let’s go.”
The six of us pile out of the club, and within minutes, Sebastian’s driver is in front with a van.
“Seriously?” I ask. “You just can make vehicles appear?”
Sebastian just smirked, then gestured for me to get in. I will never admit to loving the lifestyle of this crew, but it sure does make it convenient when you need a ride somewhere fast.
“Where is he now?” Jonathan asks his brother, climbing in the captain’s chair left open in the front row of the van next to me.
“Looks like there's a Motel off the Mountain in some backwoods area about twenty miles north.”
“Why would he be there?” Riley asks, looking at Sebastian, who’s now in the front seat, having asked his driver to find a way home.
“It’s not by choice, Little Mouse,” Sebastian says. “I’m guessing whoever tried to kill Xavier before is trying again.”
I gasp and reach for my sister’s hand from my chair behind her. “Go faster, Sebastian,” is all I can say.