Elisha's POV

“Hey Karl,” I called as he walked past me.

His eyes squinted like they always did. “Have you seen Luca?”

“No,” he replied, his voice flat. He kept walking.

I had reasons to believe he didn't like me but did I care? Absolutely not. He could go to hell for all I cared.

“You should check his room though,” he turned to me.

He wasn't in his room. I'd already checked.

“Where could this fucker be?” I muttered walking out the pack house, the car keys dangling ...