Marrying My Best Friend's Sister: A Billionaire Enemies to Lovers MC Romance (Secret Love) by Nikki Bloom (free ebook novel .txt) 📗

me. If my own mother could betray me over and over, who was I to think that anyone else would have my back?

Morgan stepped into my office and closed the door behind him. He leaned against it, watching me grimly.

“What’s happening?” he asked.

I lifted my eyebrows at the non-sequitur. “Huh?”

He straightened up from the doorway and walked towards me. “What is happening between you and my sister?”

I smirked, leaning back in my seat. “Now, Morgan, marriage should be between a man and a woman. Not a man, a woman, and her brother.”

“I haven’t been able to get a hold of her all day and apartment footage shows her leaving at 3:25 a.m. this morning. So again, I ask, what is going on?”

I sighed, shaking my head. “You check apartment footage daily?”

He shrugged. “Sometimes. Stop avoiding the question. What’s going on?” He leaned against my desk, looming over me.

I closed my eyes, as my shoulders slumped. “We had a fight. She went to her place in Brooklyn.”

“I thought it was essentially empty.” I could hear the frown in his voice.

“Yeah, well.” I shrugged. I didn’t have to say she was upset; he could deduce that on his own.

“Okay, but why would she not answer my calls?” He sounded pensive now and I opened my eyes.

“She had that meeting today with the grant committee.”

“Exactly. So shouldn’t she want to like to share what happened?”

I shook my head. “Maybe it went sideways.”

He sighed. “Well, I’m not willing to wait around to find out. I’m gonna go over there and see if she’s okay.”

“She’s probably at work.”

“No, she isn’t. I talked to her office-mate. She left at noon, said she wasn’t feeling well.”

That got my attention. “So maybe she’s at home?”

Morgan shook his head. “Nobody’s been to the apartment all day apart from the cleaner.”

“Damn.” I got to my feet. “Maybe we should go and look for her.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Ya think?”

I huffed as I slipped out from behind my desk. “Let’s go.”

We took the SUV. Morgan used his defensive driving skills to fast and furious us over to Brooklyn. By the time we got there, I’d gone from pissed to worried. I knew that Morgan and Nico were very good about keeping in touch. She wouldn’t just ignore him for no reason.

When we got to her apartment, I raised my hand to knock on the door, but it swung open as soon as I touched it. Me and Morgan exchanged glances and then he reached into his holster and removed his gun. I let him precede me, hands out, ready for a fight.

We walked slowly into the house, looking around carefully for clues. Nico’s bag and her laptop sat by the door as if she’d put them there when she came in. There was an overturned table in the living room and there were two red drops on the floor of the foyer.

Morgan squatted down and scraped at it, before sniffing. “Definitely blood. And not spilled too long ago.”

Our eyes met in mutual trepidation as he rose to his full height. “What’s the plan?”

He got to his feet and pulled out his phone. “Let me see if I can trace her phone.”

Suddenly the door burst open. “Oh, thank God you’re here. I did not have your number and was just getting ready to come track you down.”

I turned to see the lawyer, Chaz, bustling into the apartment.

“I really didn’t know what to do. Even considered calling the police, but there was really no demonstrable foul play to speak of, so what was I gonna say? My former neighbor was dragged away by some biker looking dudes?” He shook his head as he wrung his hands. “They’d just tell me to wait 24 hours before reporting her missing.”

Morgan reached out and grasped the man’s arm even as I collared him. “What did you just say? Nico was dragged away?”

“Well, not really. It looked like they were just walking her along really fast, but her feet weren’t actually dragging on the floor. Ugh, what am I saying? That doesn’t matter. Nico’s been abducted!”

It was hard to think over the loud pounding in my ears that I felt was my heart trying to leave my body. “Can you describe these men?” Morgan said much more calmly than I was.

“Big, ugly, long hair, tattoos.” Chaz shuddered delicately. “Unwashed.”

“That’s not very helpful, man,” Morgan complained. I stepped in front of him.

“Wait. You said they were dressed as bikers, which means they had patches. Did you happen to read those?”

Chaz shook his head. “No. But their jackets were black with blue stripes and white stars.”

Morgan and I exchanged glances again. We both recognized the description. Those were the Satanists. “Why would they take her?” he asked me.

“I suggest we go and find out.”

Chaz drew a deep breath. “I agree. I’ll just get my jacket.”

“Whoa, wait. Where do you think you’re going?”

Chaz turned around looking incredulous. “I’m coming with.”

I gaped at him incredulously. “No, you are not.”

He actually put his hands on his hips, gazing at me with attitude. “She’s my friend too. I’m coming…with.” With that he flounced off to his apartment, presumably to get a jacket. I sighed, shaking my head at Morgan. He almost snorted at me but seemed to remember halfway that his sister was kidnapped and stopped. Instead, he got back to trying to trace Nico’s phone.

“Come on, let’s get going.”

We closed the door carefully behind us and locked it before we headed down back to the car. Before we were halfway, Chaz came running up to join us. We got in the SUV and drove to Queens, parking opposite the car park. Everything seemed quiet, which wasn’t necessarily a good thing. They could be doing all sorts of thing to her in there.

Chaz leaned forward, poking his head between us. “Now what?”

“We need to get eyes in there,” Morgan said. “I’ve called some people.”

“Can we afford to wait that long?” Chaz asked.

At that, I opened the door and got out of the car,