I jerk my head around to look behind us, and there Lucy is ... with a dark pool growing around her prone body.
“Oh my God.” I stumble, tripping over the hem of my dress, but he yanks me upright.
The gunshot. People had to hear the gunshot.Right? But my ears are barely ringing ... which means ... there’s no way anyone could hear it over the crowd because of the silencer.
“Go, bitch. Unless you want me to shoot you right here too?”
I stumble forward, even more terrified of Rolo than Lucy, because I just watched him end her life without a shred of remorse.
Rolo shoves me toward the door with anexitsign glowing red above it, and waves at it with the gun. “Open the door, rich bitch, or I will shoot you in the fucking head. You hear me?”
My hand trembles as I reach for the door, my self-defense skills no longer appearing as useful as I once hoped they’d be.
What do I do?Leave the club and go with him? Or stand my ground and die fighting?
Gabriel, what do I do?
Fifty-Four
Legend
“Where the fuck is she?”I shout at Hal, who’s near the cage but still out in the crowd, while the announcer comes out to declare me the winner of the fight by knockout.
“I don’t know. She was coming up there. I can’t find her in all these people!” he shouts from just feet outside the cage.
The ref grabs my hand and raises it in the air, but I don’t give a shit about anything right now, including winning. Only one thing matters, and that’s Scarlett.
As soon as they announce me as the winner, Jeb comes over. “Let’s get a picture—”
“My woman’s missing. Gotta go.”
His expression morphs into one of seriousness. “What? How?”
“I don’t fucking know.”
I run for the cage door, pushing through the crowd at the stairs, and catch sight of Monroe and Harlow. “Where is she?”
Harlow shakes her head. “I don’t know! She ran up there to get to you. She’sgone.”
“Fuck!” I roar the word and plow through the crowd, ignoring everyone who is trying to congratulate me. Clap me on the back. Tell mejob well done.
None of it matters. If Moses has Scarlett, my world is gone. No one knows the hell I’m living right now. Not a single person in this place.
Someone tugs my arm, and I’m tempted to throw an elbow until I see his face.Q.
“What’s wrong?”
“Scarlett’s gone. I don’t know where she went right after the knockout. No one does.”
His face pales. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” He reaches for a com controller I didn’t notice earlier, attached to his suit. “Scarlett is missing. Lock the place down. No one goes in or out. Find her. Keep her fucking safe.”
Security.He’s talking to security. The extra security we have on duty to prevent this from happening to begin with.
“They have to find her,” I tell him, charging toward the back of the club, not sure where the hell I’m going, but I know she isn’there.
Q follows me, and when we hit a pocket of empty space near the bar, he slaps a hand over my shoulder. “Someone thought they saw Rolo right before the fight. I didn’t want to take a chance of telling you and fucking with your head. No one’s seen him again. I’m sorry, Gabe. I didn’t think he’d try to come. I didn’t think he’d go after her either.”
“Fuck!” I roar, and adrenaline dumps into my system. “Find her! Now!”