Shadow’s Heart (Devil’s Inferno MC #3)

Chapter Ten

Shadow

W aking up, the first thing that hits me is Wreck’s scent, and for a moment that lasts mere seconds, I can’t help but smile. That is, until the events of yesterday come rushing back to me, and I realize even though I can smell his unique scent, it’s not because I’m with him; it’s because I’m in his home. He’s still out there somewhere in the hands of his kidnappers.

Pulling myself out of his bed, I scrub my hands down my face, not only to help me wake up but to try and snap me out of my somber mood, before heading to his closet to grab something to wear. I pull out a pair of my jeans that I left here on one of the many occasions I crashed here instead of heading home and a clean top of Wreck’s. As I pull it over my head, I’m hit by the fresh smell of laundry detergent mixed with Wreck, and I can’t help the tears that well up in my eyes. I’m a fucking mess; I need to get my shit under control or I’m going to be fucking useless. I need to be on my game and do everything I can to find him, and that means I need to push my pesky emotions down and focus. Easier said than done. I’m an emotional person.

As soon as I’m dressed, I take one last look around Wreck’s home before heading out to my bike. I need to get back to The Clubhouse, get an update on the search, and anything anyone’s found out. I’m hoping and praying for some fucking good news. Actually, I’ll take any fucking news; I just need something.

The minute I walk into The Clubhouse, it goes silent, deathly silent, and everyone’s suddenly turning away from me, avoiding my gaze. Their reactions are telling. They don’t have anything new to report; if they did, they’d all be fucking bombarding me the moment I entered. Hell, they’d have probably all been bombarding me outside as soon as I pulled in if they had anything worthy to tell me. Shaking off my disappointment that there doesn’t seem to be any good or useful news, I head towards Wrath’s office. I’m hoping Wrath at least has some sort of update he can give me. No matter whether it’s good or bad, he’ll give it to me straight. That’s one thing I can count on when it comes to my brother.

I don’t even bother to knock; I just walk straight into his office. I’ll apologize for my rudeness when all this is over, but right now I just don’t have it in me to care. Wrath doesn’t even look surprised by my entrance; sometimes I forget how well he actually knows me. I am surprised by who’s sat opposite him though, Flash. I expected him to still be with Jake, but it means a lot he turned up for this. I wouldn’t have blamed him if he hadn’t, though; what Jake did could have cost him his life, and Flash has been determined to make sure he recovers well and knows how much he appreciates what he did. Which is what any one of us would have done if someone had taken a bullet for us—a bullet that, if it had hit, would have killed us.

“Any news?” I ask as I take the empty seat next to Flash.

“We’ve got the van, but it’s been cleaned. Eagle and Piston are going over it now, but we aren’t hopeful. Other than that, we’ve got nothing. Everyone’s still out asking questions, and Tech’s still searching online.” Wrath informs me, and I can tell he is not happy about the lack of progress, which in a way makes me feel better about not being the only one infuriated by it all.

I drop my head to my hands. I fucking hate this so goddamn much. I just want one fucking lead—anything to help me find him. How can these people have just disappeared without a trace? It doesn’t make any fucking sense. None of this makes any fucking sense.

“I’m sorry for walking out last night.” I start to apologize, but Wrath cuts me off.

“No. You did the right thing. You weren’t in the right headspace to deal with the shit coming out of Megan’s mouth last night. I may have had words with her when you left because I was pissed as fuck.”

“What did you say?”

“Told her stop being so fucking selfish. Fuck if I was going to stand there and listen to her bitch about you putting Wreck’s abduction before her.”

“Thank you.” I say sincerely.

I know I should probably be more bothered about my brother involving himself in what is essentially a relationship problem, but maybe an outside force pointing out just how selfish Megan is acting will cause her to stop being that way. Even if it’s only until we find Wreck, I’ll fucking take it. It’s not like I plan on our relationship lasting any longer than that anyway. Wreck’s where my priority lies right now, and that’s not going to change. Megan either needs to accept that or leave me alone because no matter what she says or does, that isn’t going to change.

I turn my attention to Flash now that Wrath has updated me all he can. I need a little bit of good news right now, and I’m hoping his being here means Jake is well and truly on the way to being healed and healthy. I can’t imagine, even with everything that’s happened, that he’d leave Jake if he was still in a bad way. The smile Flash gives when I ask about Jake seems so out of place with the somber mood in the air, but it’s nice to see. The update on how well Jake is recovering is good to hear too; we could all do with something good right now. Even feeling the way I do, I can’t help but laugh when he tells us about the way Jake’s brothers are treating him. Apparently they’re a little but over the top when it comes to their youngest brother’s recovery. It doesn’t matter how many times Jake tells them he’s healing and can get back to normal; they aren’t letting up on making him rest until he’s back to 100%. I think I’d go out of my mind if I had to deal with that. I don’t envy him at all.