Before I Wake: A Kimber S. Dawn MC Novel by Kimber S. Dawn

Author:Kimber S. Dawn [Dawn, Kimber S.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-04-19T18:30:00+00:00

“What the fuck you mean she’s fucking gone?!”

I didn’t speak the words to Dreads over the phone. I don’t even think hollering would accurately describe it. But it was loud.

And I stay loud. “How the fuck does she go from being where’s she’s supposed to be, WITH YOU” I yell—obviously, “to fucking gone? That makes no fucking sense, Dreads! NONE!”

I finish pacing the hallway around another fucking headache. I know, I know. Surprise, surprise. But this one was alcohol-induced. And completely my own fucking fault. Last night, I did nothing but toss and turn. I slept like fucking shit, actually.

I pop two Tylenol—because I’m not trying to kill myself. I know what kinda headaches I’m supposed to reserve the little yellow pills for. And, believe it or not, but after all of my brushes with death, I’d rather not chance it—at all—this time around.

“Have the brothers continue to circle the perimeter. I want the NOPD notified. LSP. I don’t care. Notify ALL the damn authorities. Get a fucking missing persons. I’ll be on the next flight out.”

I pull the phone away from my ear, prepared to hang up, but I hear him yell my name.

“What?!” I bark into the phone.

“We found Ty circling the building downstairs thirty minutes later when we realized she was missing…”

“Okay, and how the hell does that help me? Tattling on her won’t bring her back. Make the brothers circle. I’m coming.”

“No, Jacques. Wait. Think about it, brother. If you come down here, what’s going to stop him when he get’s back there?”

I hardly understand his fucking logic. “He won’t. Ben won’t. He’s fucking found her! He has what he was coming after, Dreads!”

“Does he?! Think about it. This has nothing to do with her. This is about Roxy now, brother. Not Eden. It for damn sure ain’t about Eve. Never was. She’s just caught in the middle—of your fucking shit. I hate to say it, but I’m being honest. Ben wants to better you, Jacques. Don’t you see that? That’s what all this is about. He never wanted a fucking truce. Never. Hell, I doubt his fucking father did too. This is about them. And you. Or what’s left of you and your pops. As soon as he trumps you, and you’re gone and he steps in. Don’t you see that?”

It takes everything in me not to spike the goddamn phone against the floor and then beat the shit out of it until it can be replaced with Dreads fucking Burgh. “Touché, motherfucker. I’ll stay,” I grit out around my teeth. “But not for long. I-I…” I don’t know... I can’t tell you what’s happening., It just feels like something inside my chest cracks wide open. I use the hand with Fuck tattooed across my knuckles to rub the pain. “That kid may be mine, Dreads,” I mutter across the phone line.

“I know it, brother.”

“And I-I—” I wince, trying to swallow around the lump lodged in my throat so I can finish saying what the fuck I’m trying to say.

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