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-Formerly, Searching for Sirens-
Zander Armstrong, Pirate MC prospect, has never felt more betrayed than finding his girlfriend in bed with his best guy friend and fellow future Pirate. Though having said girl leave him for that same frie...
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I make a pass through bass for the tenth time looking for her. When I come up short again, I pull my phone out of my back pocket. Ollie never got back to me when I asked her if I could take her to the New Year's Eve party, but maybe she was expecting me to pick her up.
The blue light from my screen shines on my face. There are no missed texts from her, no phone calls, nothing. My heart sinks in my stomach. She should be here. She and Andy are usually the first to arrive at Pirate gatherings to help get everything set up.
So why can't I find her?
It doesn't make me feel any better that I can't find Creed either. Not that I want to see the son of a bitch, but having them both not here makes me nervous.
It pissed her off that I asked if he was planning on asking her out too, and maybe that was the wrong thing to say right after she accused me of competing with him, but I went into panic mode. She's my girl. She belongs with me.
They're just running late. It's not like I've seen Andy here either. But that only makes me more anxious. What if something happened?
Before I go completely insane, I send her a quick text.
Z- Where are you? Do you need me to come get you?
Despite the fact that the room is huge, it seems to quickly close in on me as I wait for her reply. A wall doom is over my head as if peering over my shoulder. The need to pace and for fresh air becomes overwhelming. I break for the back door, and the cool, moist air greats me. The hum of crickets brings the night to life. As I draw in a huge breath, the thick air fills my lungs, helping to settle my nerves.
I glance down at the screen but see no reply. My brows furrow. Is she avoiding the part to avoid me she said she needed space; have I pushed her too far?
"Hey there, handsome." Tori's familiar voice makes me snap my attention up to her. I didn't realize anyone else was out here when I came bursting through the back door.
"Tori. What are you doing out here?"
She raises her hand, and through the shaded evening air, I can see the red-orange glow of her cigarette.
