Chapter Three

CHAPTER THREE

The meathead bouncer saw Montessa leave that night, but he didn’t see where she went. Assumed she walked home if she didn’t have a ride. She’d been walking home a lot lately.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Renan demanded. His voice was hot and dangerous, his eyes narrowed to slits. He took his aggression and turned it on high.

“Nothing. It just means that she’s been walking home a lot lately. What’s with the attitude, man?”

“You didn’t see nobody pick her up or nothin’?”

“Not that I saw.”

Renan ran his hand over his hair. “She’ll be so sorry for this.”

“Cool it. She could be in trouble. This doesn’t seem like her.”

Renan glared at the meathead. “And just how do you know anything about her, huh? Not supposed to talk to the girls, are you? Not supposed to talk to my girl.”

The bouncer stepped forward. “Then maybe you should take care of your girl, huh? Keep an eye out for her.”

“What was that?”

“You heard me.”

Renan left with his anger burning slow. Didn’t come home. Didn’t get no food. Didn’t call, nothing. She had a phone, right? Didn’t pick it up. That’s not what a good girl does.

That’s what a girl does when she needs to be punished. He just had to find her first.