Chapter Fifty Seven
Lincoln
One week bled into two and two became four and were still no closer to finding Raleigh today than we were the day of her disappearance.
Home is a cluster fuck. Bos isn’t the same person that he used to be, not since Aspen left.
I can honestly say that I know that I’m not any better, but at least he knows where she is and that she’s okay, even though they lost their baby after the shit that happened at the party with Mallory following the Championship.
I still can’t believe that she went to the lengths that she went to, or that we were able to get her on camera admitting to drugging and taking advantage or Bo’s, as well as drugging Bos’s ex, Sabrina.
To say that she’s batshit crazy is an understatement.
I would give anything to know that Raleigh is okay, and preferably safe but I can’t shake the feeling that that isn’t the case.
Jax and I are sitting in a corner booth at The Shak. We’re meeting up with Rowan, Ryker, and Ryler for lunch, and to go over anything and everything that we can think of that we haven’t already covered that may help with finding Raleigh.
Regardless of how insignificant it may seem.
“Ignore him,” Jax murmurs under his breath as Brady freaking Stevens brags to his friends about his newest little fuck toy and just how much fun he’s been having with her, even with she fights him because he knows that she secretly loves it.
His words make me sick.
*”Fuck no!” I growl, letting the fuckwit get under my skin. “If she fights him and tells him no, that me that she doesn’t fucking want it! It’s fucking rape, Jax!”
“I know but what are you going to do about it? Huh?” He asks, his voice just barely above a whisper. “You going to go over there and show him a lesson? Show him what it means to be forced?”
I glare at him, but when I hear him comment about how tight her cunt is and how he’s going to be taking her ass tonight, whether she’s willing or not, I lose it.
I stand up so fast that my chair falls to the floor, as I round the table and make my way over to him. He doesn’t see me coming since he has his back to me and his friends don’t have the chance to say anything before I’ve grabbed him by the back of his shirt and jerked him back, the force of my first punch causing the chair and him to fall to the floor.
Straddling him, I throw punch after punch, not even giving him the chance to get me back as I growl, “You. Don’t. Touch. Someone. Without. Their. Permission. You. Fucking. Piece. Of. Shit. If. She. Said. No. Then. That. Fucking. Means. No!”
His friends try to pull me off but Jax holds them back.
At some point, Raleigh’s brothers showed up as well, because when Jax finally does managed to break through my angry haze by telling me that I’m going to kill him if I don’t stop and I’m no good to my girl from a jail cell, I find them standing in front of me, taking in the scene before them and the damage that I managed to do to the towns *Golden Boy.*
“The police are on their way,” Goob says as he looks at me with a sinister smile. “You done fucked up, Jones and even your lawyer daddy isn’t going to be able to bail you out of this one.”
“He’s right, we need to call dad and Morris and try to get ahead of this,” Jax says holding his hand out to me to help me up.
I glare at his hand and use the opportunity to land one last punch, this time in the gut and then climb off of the piece of shit that’s sprawled out on the disgusting red floor of the restaurant just as I hear Jax say, “ Hey, dad we’re going to need your help…”
For reasons that still remain unknown, Brady decided to not press charges. Which, if I’m being honest, is suspicious as fuck.
“Why would you do something so reckless Lincoln?” My dad asks, rounding on me as soon as we’re out of earshot of anyone hearing us outside of the police station. “You know he’s one of the main suspects in her disappearance, even if they have no proof yet, based on that so-called *contract* that her parents gave her up for.”
“I know, I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking,” I tell him, hanging my head in shame. But then I remember the reason behind why I did it and anger quickly replaced that shame. “But Dad, you should have heard the fucked up things he was saying about some poor girl. He was talking about how he’s been raping her!”
“Do you have any proof or just the word of some idiot who was probably *trying* to get a rise out of you. Since you two faced off over Raleigh, has he not tried to get a rise out of you when he’s had the opportunity?” He asks with a raised eyebrow.
“He has,” I say with a sigh of frustration thinking about all of the times over the past month that he’s watched me, winking at me when I’d look over and catch him staring. Or how all the other little subtle things he’s done that just haven’t sat right with me.
The guy is a fucking psycho, I’d bet on it.
Just like I’d bet my left testicle that he’s the one that took Raleigh and he has her stashed somewhere.
I can only fucking hope against all hope that the girl that he was *bragging* about raping…fuck, I hope it wasn’t her.
Please don't let it be my girl.
Because if it is, Heaven help me, I’ll fucking kill the bastard.
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