Tainted Love(46)

“This is your fault, Ade! I fucking told you to stay the fuck away from her,” Phoebe screams from where she’s standing.

Blake puts his body between us. “Phoebs, sit the fuck down.”

“Call her and Vicky into the boardroom too, they need to know what’s going on,” I mumble to Zane. He nods his head in agreement and I pull a bottle of whiskey from the top shelf of the bar before following everyone in. I pull out my chair that sits to the left of Zane while Blake sits on his right. I’m Vice President, yes, but Blake is also his other half. Once everyone is in the room, Ollie closes the door to the crowd of families on the other side.

“We have information on Alaina and Kalie,” Zane whispers out hoarsely.

After Zane explains everything that we’ve found out, which leaves Vicky and Phoebe in tears. Everyone apart from Zane, Blake, Ollie, Chad, Vicky, Phoebe and me leave the room. I’m halfway through my bottle when I look over to Phoebe. She smiles softly at me, which is surprising considering the girl wanted to rip my head off thirty minutes ago. Zane and Blake depart with Vicky in tears, leaving Phoebe and me in there alone.

“So you know who this man is?” she asks quietly.

I nod my head. “Yeah, I do.”

She swallows and pulls out a seat next to me, taking hold of my hand. “Ade, I need to help, please.”

I pull my hand out of her grasp. “Fuck no, Phoebe. Are you fucking crazy!”

“Yes, Ade, I’m very fucking crazy! Kalie is my best friend. I am helping.”

Shaking my head, I take another long skull of my drink. “I can slip in undercover. Abby can help me.”

I look at her in disbelief. “You’ve gone off the fucking rails if you think Blake will be down with that. And as much as you are a pain in my fucking ass, I still care about you. So the answer is no, Phoebe.” I stand from the table, swing open the doors and sit on one of the sofas by the pool tables. Fucking Phoebe and her crazy ass attitude. If it were anyone else, I’d happily pawn them off. As much as no one even comes close to how much Kalie means to me, I can’t do that to Blake.

Slowly I feel myself begin to tip over the edge again. Feeling out of control, I have energy that needs burning. When I can’t fuck someone, I’ll kill them. I walk to the back of the room and push open the fire exit. We don’t have a plan as of yet, but we will. I need to talk to Abby though as I took it all out on her. She picks up her phone on the third ring.

“Ade? Are you okay?”

I sigh down the phone and lean my head against the wall. “I’m really fucking not. I’m one stupid comment away from losing my shit and slicing everyone apart,” I reply.

Hearing a door close through the phone before she starts talking again. “What do you know?”

“We know that they’re in Russia.”

“Russia?”

“Yeah, with Kazimir Lyov.”

She gasps. “Kazimir Lyov?”

“Yeah.”

“As in the Russian fucking mafia?” she whispers out in an angry tone.

“The one and only.”

“Holy fucking shit, Ade.”

I look down at my phone in my hand. “Wait, why the fuck are you not here?”

“I can’t, I have work, you know as Chief of Police. I can’t exactly tell them that my family is on lockdown because two of their girls have been taken by the Russian Mafia.”

“Good point.”

“I’m coming now, though. Tell bum boys to let my Chrysler in.”

I hang up the phone and walk back into the clubhouse, letting Travis know to let her in.





An hour passes and I notice Abby still isn’t here. Which is strange, she’s never late to anything. I take my phone out of my pocket and dial in her number, only for it to go straight to voicemail. Blake pulls up a seat next to me.

“Don’t look at me like that Blake. I’m not going to turn ripper on everyone…yet. I just need her home. I need them both home.”

He throws his arms up in surrender. “I wouldn’t blame you if you did.”

I pull my phone out again, checking for messages.

“You waiting on someone?” he asks, pointing down at my phone.

“Abby. She was supposed to be here over an hour ago.”

Looking around the room before landing my eyes on the boardroom. I slide my seat back and walk into the boardroom, swinging the doors open and seeing it empty. Blake walks up behind me.

“Looking for something?”

Walking back out I slam the door shut loudly, before swinging around to face everyone in the bar.

“Where the fuck is Phoebe!” I yell, glancing around the room.

Everyone looks at each other before shrugging. Blake stands in front of me. “What do you mean ‘where the fuck is Phoebe?’?”