Chapter 2 - Grisham
It had started out a pretty decent week, but now I was getting pretty pissed off. No one knew where the hell Trenton Young was, and the kid wasn’t answering his cell. He hadn’t showed up last night like he was supposed to, and asking around made it clear Trenton hadn’t been around for days.
As the leader of the Devil’s Horns, I didn’t have time for this. I had business plans to cement and an MC to worry about. I was a lot of things, but a babysitter sure as hell wasn’t one of them. Right now, I was annoyed, but if Trenton really had gone legit missing, I knew I would switch over to worrying instead.
“You sure he hasn’t been around?” I growled to Daryl. He, Bob, and I were in my office above the bar the motorcycle club owned. I sure as hell needed a drink myself.
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