“Ouch.”
He grinned. “Serves you right for looking so good. How about getting yourself a drink and waiting for me in the living room?”
“Okay.” She tossed him a pout and rolled out of bed, wiggling her naked ass as she left the bedroom.
As soon as Gloria or Stella or whatever the fuck her name was couldn’t hear him, he glanced at the caller ID. Shit. It was Russ Sizemore. “This better be good,” he said grinding out his words. “I told you never to disturb me.”
“I’m sorry, sir, but this is important. Darnell didn’t show up for his shift.”
“Why the fuck should I care?”
“Wendell can’t secure the warehouse by himself.”
He was right. Statler would do something about that only because he didn’t trust the General not to show up again. Jesus, his life had been a bitch ever since the head of the Pack and his men had found them. To make matters worse, Tyson and Ford Summerville had managed to kill almost their entire security team. Fuckers. “Did you call Darnell? He might still be trying to dispose of Michelle.” Though he didn’t understand how it could take a few hours to slit a throat and bury a body. Bitch never should have refused to drug the women. She had to pay for that insubordination.
“He didn’t answer his cell.”
“Keep trying.” Incompetent idiot. Statler worked hard not to drive back to the warehouse and take care of Sizemore himself.
“I don’t think he followed your orders, sir.” Sizemore’s voice shook.
Statler’s fangs elongated again. Fucker. Why was everyone turning on him? “Explain.” This time he wasn’t able to control his volume. He clawed the silk sheets. If this ass didn’t give him some good news soon, he might be joining Michelle.
“I heard Darnell was fucking her.”
What kind of security had he hired? “What the hell does that have to do with anything? When I give an order, I expect my men to follow it.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Well, go find him and when you do, kill him.” He didn’t need any traitors among them.
Statler hung up and immediately called a contact who’d supplied him with many of his security team members the first time around.
“It’s late, Statler.”
How dare the ass act pissed. “I don’t give a shit what time it is. I’m short a few security.”
“It’ll cost you double this time. Almost all them died under your watch the last time.”
“That’s because you sent me untrained men.” Statler was in a bind and didn’t need to be arguing with the man. “I’ll only need them for a week.” They haggled over the price and eventually came to an agreement.
“I’ll send them your way in two days.”
“Make it one and I’ll double the price.”
“Deal.”
Asshole. Statler disconnected. He slipped out of bed, needing someone to take his frustrations out on—someone who wouldn’t complain. Like the cute naked blonde in the room next door.
Chapter Five
The next morning, Sarah barely made it out of bed. Despite the renewing run, she hadn’t slept much. Michelle’s disappearance had upset her more than she thought possible. Ever since going undercover, Sarah had seen too much evil come from inside those walls and had been tempted to walk away, but she had a valuable job to perform—that of helping take down Paul Statler and his band of not-so-merry men.
Sarah had set her alarm for a half an hour earlier than usual, hoping there had been a mistake and Michelle had come to work, albeit a few hours late. Sarah slipped out of bed and dressed quietly since Amy would still be asleep. Once she washed up and donned her uniform, Sarah headed to the warehouse, not caring if anyone followed her this time. As long as she wasn’t meeting with Jay or Riley, she didn’t need to be as careful.
She parked in front of the warehouse, swiped her entry card, and went in. Dread filled her at what she might find. Michelle always took good care of Nancy Edmonds on her shift, and even a few hours without someone looking after Nancy might kill her. Statler had commanded Sarah to heal her, and if Michelle had skipped town—possibly with Darnell—she hoped Statler would provide a replacement nurse. Then again, he planned to sell these women in a few days, so he might not bother.
A band tightened around her chest at the thought. Everything about this situation sucked.
When she punched in the code to enter the first of two rooms that housed the women, Sarah hoped Michelle would be there, working her magic. Unfortunately, she was not. All Sarah found was silence inside the dark, windowless room.